Into Mastery.

"UWUUUWAAAAAH!!"
Only a couple of minutes had passed since Wonder Witch had brought the Continent to the brink of annihilation. Now she thrashed around on the floor like a toddler, with arms and legs flailing and everything.
"DON'T MAKE ME DO IT! AUUUWAAHHHHH!! I DON'T WANT TO!"

"Hey now," I said as patiently as I could, "I didn't want this either! It's just how things ended up. No one should own anyone as a ****, and that should go for me as well. But now my hand is ****, and if I get the chance, then you bet I'm gonna use it to make you give up your ****."
"NOOOOOO!"
"Look," I said through clenched teeth, "You're really getting off pretty easy here. What if you ended up in the clutches of some freaky dominatrix who gets off on humiliation? Then you'd end up like... Like that!"
I gestured towards the adorable catboy she was throwing a hissy fit over. The Fake Assassin had been afforded an apron-like loincloth wrapped around his hips, and nothing else. The lean muscularity of his lithe frame was there for all to see. Every now and then, his supple frame writhed enticingly against bondage that didn't exist.
He couldn't help it. He'd been commanded to occasionally assume alluring poses that drew attention to his vulnerability.
"So yeah. I'm giving you a break over here. You're free to go. But why should I let you walk free while I let you keep your boytoy?"
"BECAUSE I WANT HIM! I WANT HIM! WUAAAHHH!!"

...Stop it. Stop with the bawling now.
I wanted to say that so bad, but had to keep myself from it, even if I had to muster every ounce of strength in my body. I'd never forgive myself if I exploited **** Magic for my own convenience.
Even for someone like her.
"Listen... Who says you can't have him?"
She looked back up at me, drawing a sniff.
"Sure, he's not gonna be your **** any longer..." Her face once again wrinkled into a sorrowful grimace, "...But that doesn't mean you can't be together! Why not take him out on a date? Lure him in with your natural charms. Who knows? Maybe you'll end up living happily ever after."
She stared up at him with her very best sad puppy-dog eyes, "So...? Sniff... Do-- Do you want to go out with me?"
He crossed his arms, "Absolutely not, meow."
"BWGG-GGWUUAAAGGHHGHHH!" She threw herself back down with an ear-piercing wail, pounding the floor with her fists.

Ugh... Damnit! That Fake Assassin...
I mean, it was obvious that was gonna be his answer, but still, I was hoping for a break over here.

Her crying eventually died down, if only so she could catch her breath. She was left panting on the floor. Her breaths frequently got caught in sulks.
You'd think I'd be relieved to be spared that relentless shriek, even for just a moment. But I couldn't help but tense up in anticipation for her next episode. If I relaxed for a moment I'd only lower my guard.
Surprisingly that didn't happen. Instead, she crawled over to my feet. She grabbed hold of my naked honey-covered leg with a weak grip, looking up at me pouting, "Wh-why are you doing this to me? I thought we had a moment back there... I thought we were friends now."
"You're damn right we're friends. And friends get it when there's something their friends can't compromise on."
She clung to my leg tighter, leaning her head against my thigh, "Can't you do it for your sister? Come on... We're buddies. Best mates... Be a team player now, why don't you?"
"Look, there's nothing personal here. Really. I'm just doing what I think is right."
"But it hurts..."
I kneeled down to meet her eyes, "I know. And it hurts me when I see people enslaved against their will."

She pouted at me in silence.
I met her with a smile, extending my hand.
She took it.
We rose to our feet together and hugged.
"Science Girl?"
"Yes?"
"I think I won't destroy your world, for now." She reassured me, "But in return I expect you not to tell anyone to come over here."
"Oh, trust me. I'm not at risk of giving this place five stars on Yelp." I giggled, "So, you ready?"

She let out a lingering sigh, but nodded.
I pulled out a piece of paper from my pocket. It contained everything I needed to command her in order to free the ****. I'd already crossed out some lines from the top. Just obvious ones, like 'do not hurt me' and 'do not use magic without my permission' and 'tell Femto not to interfere with you or I today.'
I traced my finger towards the next line, "Now then, let's get started..."

And so I went over the list. One entry at a time. We went over everything-- what she had done to him, how she can undo it... Oh, and that she's not allowed to explode his face. Think that's overkill? Well, the look on her face when I gave that command says otherwise.

"Now, clear him of any and all orders you gave him."
"...Return to normal." She commanded him. It looked like she was about to rip out her own tongue.
"And... Now, don't give him any more orders. And... We're done!" I crumpled up that piece of paper and thew it in the trashcan.
She looked like no Witch of Miracles I've ever seen. Shoulders slumped. Head hanging. Eyes staring off into empty space with a thousand yard stare. I thought she was about to fall over any second.
She wiped the last remnants of tears from her eyes.
"Yes." She let out a deep gasp, "It's finally over. I'd rather it had been done over with quickly and painlessly, like ripping off a bandaid... Actually, no. I'd rather it hadn't been done at all. But here we are. At least now it's over with. And... I suppose there are other innocent young hotties to snatch up."
"Oh, come ooooon!" I pleaded, "Haven't you learned anything from all this?"
"Don't be mistaken. As draining as this awful experience has been, it's also an opportunity to learn from my mistakes. This was the last time I gambled unnecessarily once I got what I came for. After all, there are people out there who'd topple heaven and earth just to take away any sliver of happiness and comfort from my life."
"And... Nothing about how slavery is wrong?"

Beatrice leered towards me in silence. I smiled back at her.
"Now then. Since that's settled... I do believe we can both use a bath."
She raised her arms for emphasis. Honey dripped from her sleeve in long golden drops. Just like it had done since the match ended.
"Ah, yeah." I looked myself over, finding I dripped just as much as her, "Really now. You'd think if they can friggin' raise the dead, they'd have no problem maybe cleaning the participants up after each match"
"Oh, I have no doubt they could. But they chose not to, precisely for contingencies like these." She posed alluringly, making the honey stick to her feminine figure like a second skin.
"Well... Then it's a good thing they're providing bathing facilities for us at least. Unless they'd rather us slob honey every which way we go."
"Ah. But therein lies the problem."
I raised a brow.
"That little apocalypse we pulled off just now? As entertaining as it was, there's every chance all that senseless destruction caused the water circulation to be cut off for the entire city."
"...You serious?"
She turned the faucet in the cooking area. Nothing came out, "Quite serious."
I gawked at the dry sink. Not even a drop, "So you're telling me we're expected to walk around all tarred up waiting to be feathered?"
"Well..." She smirked all cat-like, "There might be another way..."
Her eyes peered to the corner of the room with an expression I'm pretty sure I should've outlawed. He stepped away to evade her stare, but she followed him through the room.
I stepped between her and him, "You know as well as I do this guy won't be able to make water out of thin air, so why don't you cut to the chase?"
"I'm simply stating that you're in a perfect position to compel our friend here to lick the sweet stuff off our skins."

I looked back at the Fake Assassin. He shook his head wildly.
Ugh, she really won't drop this, "Look, Wonder Witch..."
"Now, now." She wagged her finger, "You've already made your position perfectly clear. I'm simply offering a counterpoint. My own perspective. After all, my Dear, this is an emergency. Drastic times call for drastic measures. Perhaps that calls for employing the services of a ****. At least this once."
That Devil of hers really rubbed off on that Witch something fierce. Well, I wasn't about to be caught off guard. If there's one thing I'm not backing away from, it's an argument.
"Look, all right. You made your point. But this is hardly the first time I've ended up in a sticky situation," I picked up a strip of congealed honey for emphasis, "I've never needed a **** before. I reckon I won't need one any time soon. There's gotta be another way."
"Well, go ahead if you can figure out one. I'm certainly out of ideas. It's not like you can lick it off yourself. Not from everywhere. What? You want us to lick our hard-to-reach places from each other?" I winced at that image, "I thought so. But for him, it just sits right. Just imagine it: our own rightful **** crawling on the floor, eagerly licking our feet like the submissive pet he is. His tongue roaming the length of your leg. Suckling my breasts. Even though he contests this with the strength of his conviction, his body moves to seek out every nook and cranny where honey might hide, so he could lap it out with his tongue..."
She wiggled in delight, clearly wrapped up in the image.

I opened my mouth to speak, but found myself split on what exactly to say.
That would be an easy way to get cleaned, honestly.
I looked back at him. He frantically shook his head with a pleading, almost **** expression.
But you know... I still haven't made him pay back for when he totally owned me during our spar.
And just look now!
Who is it that owns who?

So, Wonder Witch defeated the Fake Assassin. Then I defeated Wonder Witch. By the law of transitive properties, that means I defeated him! So it only makes sense my prize should be to make him crawl between my legs to lick up every stain of honey, while I squeeze my thighs around his head.
It's not as if that's what I wanted to do, but was just as Wonder Witch said.
There's simply not any options...

I blinked, "Hang on a second..."
"...Yes?"
"You don't have any kind of... Washing spell? Anything like that?"
"...Maybe." Her eyes shifted, "Well, I suppose... Yes."
Go figure she was gonna pull off something like that, "So how about we use that instead? Leave that poor free man alone, and all that?"
She peered towards the Fake Assassin, then back to me, "You sure?"
I looked at the Fake Assassin, "So... You sure you don't wanna lick us lucky ladies clean?"
"I'm very sure. Meow." He assured us.
"Really now? You won't come across honey this fine every day! Normally you'd have to pay an arm and a leg just for a small cup."
"I'll manage, meow."
I shrugged, "Well, seems like magic is the way to go. So let's do this!"
"Fine. I made my point anyhow." She raised her hand, and...

"Wait!"
I took my phone out of the pocket of my jacket, which is where I stored it since my pants were ruined. By instinct I pushed the power button.
Nothing happened.
I pressed it over and over, holding it in for a long time.
Nothing. The screen remained blank. My face drooped.
She peered at my phone,"So... Your toy is dead for real?"
"Uh huh. Congratulations. Your EMP was a resounding success."
"I... suppose I'd better apologize. I'm sorry. I got carried away, and took it a bit far."
"Nah, don't worry. We both let it go that far." I left the phone on a nightstand, "It's fine. I'll be able to recover most of the data once I get home. Which I'll do without the phone. Somehow."
She blinked, "Wait, so you're telling me you're stranded here?"
"For now. But don't you worry! Once I get back to my room, I'll be able to ping my buddy to pick me up. Until then... Hit me with the shower!"

She then waved her hand, and a chilling waterfall splashed down on each of us before vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.
That water was freezing!
Didn't seem to wash out the honey though. Like, at all. Just made it soggier and runnier, but not enough to loosen. But when she waved her hand the other way, the water rose into the air as a cloud of bubbles before elegantly popping under the ceiling.
No idea what those bubbles were or what they did to me, but afterwards there wasn't so much as a drop left!
I gave myself a lookover, and yes, sparkling clean all over. On top of that, I was completely dry.
"I hope that's to your satisfaction." She said, "I doubt you've ever been this clean in your entire life."
"It's fantastic!" I reassured her, "You don't happen to have any pants conjuring spells on you as well?"
"No. No, I do not. I was under the misapprehension that the attire of me and my acquaintances could reliably be provided by such menial things as wardrobes."
"Yeah... Probably for the best. No offense, but I wouldn't trust you to pick out the right pair of pants for me if my life depended on it."
"Not at all. I take it as a compliment that I'm considered unfit for such barbarisms."
"Hmph... Well then, just give our little Fake Assassin back his regular clothes and we can be off."

"Yeah... About that," She coughed, "First thing I did when I got hold of a **** of my very own was to gracefully liberate the world from the existence of such tasteless garb. Just look at him! That was not for a responsible mistress to cover up."
I blinked, "What? So you're telling me you've burned...?"
"Yes, I burned his clothes. I prefer him naked.Why should I bother storing anything I've got no intention of using?"
"Then it looks like we'll be making a stop to his room to pick up a new set of clothes for him." I met his eyes, "...You do have another set of clothes, don't you?"
He shook his head.
"...Well then! Looks like you're gonna be stuck like that for a while longer. But hey!" I gestured to the panties I wore, "At least you're in good company!"
He leered at me, then towards Wonder Witch, and back to me, "I sincerely disagree."