Finishing her training for the day, Jeanne was preparing to return home as she paced through the main hall of the largest chapel in Vigrid. She adjusted her hair, which was in tight buns on the side of her head, as she anticipated who she was going to meet.
The outcast sat where she usually did: behind bars, against the left side of the hall. She was still, her masquerade obscuring most of her face, making it impossible to tell if she was asleep or not.
She perked up after Jeanne's heels clicking against the stone floor indicated someone was approaching. Adjusting herself, the half-child sat up straightly, feeling relief as she saw who it was.
"Hello again." Jeanne relaxed as she came within a foot of the iron bars. She crossed her arms neatly, and the cape of her traditional dress hung very still. "Hello, Cereza."
"I thought visits with the pariah were strictly prohibited." "I wouldn't worry… the Umbra elders seem to have an affinity for me." Jeanne smiled. She wasn't sure why exactly, but Cereza seemed the only one in Vigrid she could relax around.
Her comfort came from a strong attraction that Jeanne didn't feel to anyone else in her clan. Ever since she had laid eyes on the daughter of Rosa and the lumen sage Balder, she felt it a waste of time to flirt with anyone else because of pale in comparison they all were.
"For good reason, no doubt. Your combat prowess is exceptional." Cereza returned her warm smile. "Oh, please, you've only seen my fights in here. This hall is the only place I put on a real show."
Cereza was unsure why the silver haired witch went out of her way to speak with her. She was an outcast, of no worth to anyone, whereas Jeanne was likely going to be the next heir of the Umbra throne.
Even still, she loved the company. No one else in the clan had the heart to talk to her, beyond dry greetings from the lowly apprentices that brought her rations and water.
"You're right. I do wish I could see more." Jeanne breathed heavily as Cereza stood up. She walked towards the bars, stopping just in front of them. Jeanne came as close as she could.
"Thank you for speaking with me these last few weeks. I… I've never known how nice it would be to have a friend. Jeanne didn't respond directly, only wearing a happy look. About fifteen seconds later, she spoke.
"Cereza, I have a present for you." Jeanne reached into the practically invisible pocket on her garment, producing a small piece of jewelry. It was a clip, shaped like a butterfly in cast silver, and studded with sparkling diamonds.
She slipped her hands through the narrow spaces in the bars, giving the present to Cereza. "I did some checking. The infernal of your family is named Madama Butterfly."
Cereza held the gift, tearing up so slightly, never having such a gesture bestowed upon her. "I-I don't understand…" "I'm going to do my best, with my influence, to see you're able to write your contract. As you should've been so many years ago."
"But Jeanne! I'm…" She cut her off. "You're a witch, darling. We both know that. Your heart beats with us. In time, I will convince them that you're worthy to join our clan. Hold onto that gift, because one day, you'll make your pact with Madama Butterfly. I swear to it."
A very clear tear rolled down her cheek, and Cereza tried her best to be humble. "Thank you, Jeanne." The other witch nodded. She attached the butterfly to her outfit, just above her heart.
"Well, I'd best be going." Jeanne turned away, making haste down the hall to the exit. "Visit again soon!" She smiled, hearing Cereza's call.
For whatever reason, as Jeanne arrived home, she was beyond tired. She was so lethargic that she didn't even change, or undo her hair, opting to slip into bed and shut her eyes as soon as she was in the door.
She awoke a few hours later, still incredibly sleepy. Out of her window she saw that dawn had not struck, and she was unsure why her normally accurate sense of time made her wake up so early.
Jeanne tried to sit up. As she stretched, she was puzzled to find herself restrained. Looking up, she couldn't see what was holding her hands in the pitch black of her room.
Trying to move her legs revealed she was also tied by the ankles. She grew panicked, only for a moment, having no clue what had happened. She didn't bother struggling anymore, and took a deep breath.
As she drew in air, she let her hair relax a little, charging herself with magical energy. Flexing as hard as she could, she was puzzled to find her power flow away from her. It was as if the bindings had drained her energy.
She stopped for a moment more, trying again to escape with wicked strength, before the darkness was broken by a flickering light. She turned her head, and to her shock, she saw another witch sitting in the chair by her bed, holding a candle.
"I assure you, attempting to break free is futile." The unknown woman spoke sternly, with a hint of aggression. Jeanne was puzzled. Why would another witch do this? Further still, she seemed to recognize the woman, only as a distant memory rather than someone she had met.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jeanne struggled in her bindings once more. It was clear now that the ropes were enchanted themselves, discharging any energy she tried to summon away from her body.
The other witch paced around her. She was masked, wearing a strange outfit; it was like an old apprentice uniform, only around her neck and wrists were thick metal collars chained together. Despite this, she still moved about the room elegantly.
As she was stared down, Jeanne noticed the woman's masquerade. It was winged much like a butterfly, almost identical to Cereza's. The stranger removed her tall cap, revealing flowing black hair.
She failed to free herself once more as the woman leaned over here. "Do not be afraid. I only want you to answer some questions." Her voice was strikingly familiar, but even still Jeanne couldn't place it.
"Who the fuck are you?!" Without warning, she was promptly slapped. "OW!" Her cheek seared. "Such language… so vulgar. A true woman needn't express herself like a fool." "How dare you? Do you know I am?"
"Umbra witch Jeanne. Your pact is with Madama Styx, I believe?" Jeanne didn't respond. "I know a fair bit about you." She placed the candle down onto the nightstand. "But what do you know about me?"
"I haven't a clue who you are. Nor would I have the need to know such a bitch of a…" She was cut off by another stern slap. This time, it broke her skin, and Jeanne's face bled a little. The woman who had tied her was very strong, and evidently not a fan of insults.
"I assure you, I will punish your next infraction more severely." She breathed in deeply. "The reason I am here, Jeanne, is because I have been watching your interactions with the outcast." Jeanne grew pale.
What is this? Some sort of internal affairs agent? "Tell me, isn't it strictly forbidden to speak with her?" "Y-yes… it is." "Then why would you do such a thing? Have you no respect for our code?"
"I-I'm…" Jeanne was afraid to speak, worried her next lines would make her an outcast herself. Admitting to conversating with Cereza, let alone attraction, would certainly seal her fate. "I must know your intentions." "Why? W-who are you?"
"I suppose you wouldn't know, given that you were born after my trial." "Wait, what? I don't understand." The witch finally removed her mask, still leaving the masquerade over her eyes. Despite this, it was immediately evident how beautiful she was.
"My name is Rosa. Cereza is my daughter." Impossible! Her? Here? "I thought you were… cast out? After Cereza became of age, and you weren't needed to raise her." "That is correct. I was. But any mother watches over her child, especially when she lives such a terrible life."
The emotion in Rosa's voice was touching, but it quickly dissolved. "Now. You are going to answer my question. I demand to know what you are doing interacting with her."
"Look, I really don't know what you want from me." Jeanne was being stared down by the exile who mothered the witch she was crushing on, and she really didn't know how to answer the interrogation without embarrassing herself and angering Rosa.
"Very well. If you do not wish to cooperate, then I will force you to." "Wait, hang on, I…" Jeanne noticed a black, woven bracelet around Rosa's wrist. At the center it grew with light for a second, becoming brighter than the candle.
The next moment, everything had changed. Jeanne's outfit she had slept in was gone. Completely removed. She was left nude, still restrained. Her hair had also been loosened, now returned to her natural pixie cut.
"What the fuck!" Jeanne realized immediately after she spoke, but it was too late. Rosa gripped her by the throat, choking her of air, before the witch slapped her breasts back and forth multiple times, causing the skin to sear.
"Do not use that tongue with me again." Trying to catch her breath, Jeanne was panicked. "How th… how did you…" "The bracelet of time is one of many Umbra artifacts I was left in possession of." Bracelet of time!?
"Please, you don't need to hurt me, I'll tell you what…" "I'm afraid we are past that, Jeanne. Regardless, it seems quite obvious to me. You're a clan favorite. The new star of the show." Rosa's voice grew angry again, but eyes revealed nothing under the mask.
"The council of elders has ordered you to speak to the outcast, to befriend her, before pawning her off in some sort of suicidal pre-emptive strike against the Laguna. And I'm not going to let such a thing happen to my daughter."
Her chains clanked as Rosa reached to the table, picking up the candle holder again. "Wait, wait that's not what's going on!" Jeanne's pleas were ignored as Rosa returned to her. "Tell me, how does this feel?"
Scared, Jeanne could only watch as Rosa turned the candle holder. The hot wax began to run off the plate, before the first bit dripped onto her exposed chest. Her already sensitized flesh seared with pain.
"AH! YOU SADISTIC BITCH!" Jeanne was slapped again, far harder than before. She tasted blood in her mouth as she kept struggling. Rosa laughed quietly. "Do you think it's hot enough, Jeanne?"
She turned the plate more. More wax spilled onto the naked witch's body. Jeanne continued to scream as Rosa drew a line with melted candle down the middle of her, from her neck to just below the waist. Her torturer seemed to enjoy the moans.
When she finished just moments later, Jeanne was hyperventilating. Her skin boiled as the wax hardened over it. "Wh-why…" "I will not let any puppet of the elders harm my daughter. Not under any circumstance." Rosa withdrew a short blade, cleaning it with her sleeve before she began to poke Jeanne with it.
"Please stop… it's not like that…" Rosa laughed again. "Oh, of course not. Let me guess. You just love making fun of her? To you, she is some object to be laughed at and mocked? I suppose you think of her cell as a cage in a zoo?" Rosa jabbed the blade in a centimeter, just next to Jeanne's carotid artery.
"Anyone who ever harms my daughter will perish by my hand. And that goes for you toying with her too." Rosa primed herself. "Enjoy hell, Jeanne." She put pressure on the blade, before she was stopped. "I LOVE HER!"
Puzzled, she removed the knife. Jeanne's neck bled, though it wouldn't be fatal. "Pardon?" "C-Cereza. I'm in love with her." "In love with her?" Jeanne nodded feverishly. "I-I'm sorry. But she's so gorgeous, and sweet… I love talking to her. That's all. I didn't mean any harm by it."
Rosa laughed, slowly. "Oh my, you are quite serious, aren't you?" "Yes, I am!" "Lesbianism in witches is more common than it used to be, I suppose." "Rosa, I adore your daughter. She's lovely. She doesn't deserve life in that cell."
Jeanne began to recover. "I… I promised her today that I'd use my influence to get her contract signed. With Inferno." Rosa sat down next to the bed. "Hm, interesting. I doubt the council would agree to such a thing, but that does give me faith in you, Jeanne."
"It seems I owe you an apology. I am very defensive of her, for she has absolutely no one else." "I-I understand… do you think you could let me go?" Jeanne flexed against her bindings again. "Well, there's still the other matter at hand."
"What?" Jeanne grew anxious once more. "Yes, of course. You admitted you're in love with Cereza." "Oh, I…" The bracelet of time was activated once more, and Jeanne found herself to be restrained still, only this time to a chair. Her mouth was filled by a gag.
In front of her, Rosa stood as before, only her outer layer was removed, as were her chains. It became clear that she wore them as a choice then. She stared back at Jeanne, wearing only tights and a bra, though her eyes remained obscured.
She was exceptionally pretty, and it was clear to Jeanne she was Cereza's mother. "Well, don't look so surprised. My daughter does take after me." Rosa held a thick latex glove, and she put it on over her right hand, slowly.
"Now, given our situation, I think it pertinent to determine if you're a suitable partner for my daughter or not." "Mmmph?" Rosa smiled, strutting towards Jeanne, who found herself growing a little excited just watching the witch's long legs highlighted in tights.
"As a bisexual woman, I am going to give you a thorough test to ensure you're capable of satisfying her, assuming you manage to seduce her." Jeanne's eyes grew wide, "Mmph! Mmmphf…" Rosa put her ungloved finger to her lip. "Hush."
Rosa, directly in front of Jeanne, reached down. She massaged around the tied girl's pussy, teasing it. Jeanne was helpless, just watching Cereza's mother work her skilled hand. She felt herself growing more and more excited.
Pushing against her opening, Rosa shot her middle finger inside. It was long and nimble, yet the rubber glove gave it friction that made Jeanne moan. She continued to move it in and out of her vagina. As she did, Rosa bent her hand to place her thumb directly over Jeanne's clit.
She flicked it back and forth, the sensation of the rubber driving Jeanne crazy. "Mmmphf…" "Surely you have more endurance than this, right?" Rosa stuck inside another gloved digit, still working the clitoris as she fingerfucked Jeanne with her middle and pinky.
As Jeanne got pleasured, she couldn't help herself from imagining Rosa as Cereza. The resemblance was just so striking, and it served to get her off. She was surprised to find she was enjoying this.
Rosa stretched her two fingers, widening Jeanne to stick in a third. Before she could though, the witch began her climax, shaking against the binds as she orgasmed violently. "MMMPHF! Mphff…"
"Well…" Rosa withdrew her hand, removing Jeanne's gag and forcing the glove inside. Jeanne didn't need to be instructed as she sucked her own juices off of her fingers. "You don't have much stamina. Though I am aware how stunning I am, so I'll cut you just a little slack.
Jeanne sucked diligently, and when Rosa was satisfied with how clean the glove was, she tossed it away. "Onto the next stage." Jeanne braced herself, and after Rosa's use of witch time, she was back on the bed, still tied, face up.
Rosa straddled her. Her tights had been removed, and the dominant witch was naked from the waist down. "Show me how skilled that filthy tongue is." She pressed herself onto Jeanne's face, holding the headboard of the bed for support.
Caught off guard, Jeanne realized she'd never given oral to a woman. But she went for it, licking Rosa diligently. "A little slower… focus more on the clitoris." Jeanne obeyed, altering her behavior. "Mmm… much better."
Every now and then, Rosa would let the girl breathe, but for the most part she'd ride her aggressively, ensuring Jeanne drained every drop of excitement from her pussy as she was pleasured.
It wasn't long before Rosa reached her own climax, pulling the top of Jeanne's head up into her, ensuring the submissive made her orgasm as strong as possible. She squirted into her mouth, and Jeanne swallowed it immediately, hungry for it.
Rosa backed off of her when she was finished, and gave her review after a sigh. "Your technique is fine, but I'm appalled you don't have a better understanding of the vagina." "I-I'm sorry… I've never been with a woman."
"No? Well, in that case, you show great promise. I suppose it is better someone inexperienced pursues my daughter. Tell me, Jeanne, have you ever been with a man?" Rosa turned around as Jeanne became puzzled.
"A man? Why does that matter?" Rosa still faced away from her. "Just answer the question, lest I punish you again." "No, I-I haven't." "So you're a virgin, then?" Jeanne nodded hesitantly. "I suppose so."
"Excellent. That will allow me to properly assess you in the final test." "Which is what?" Taking a deep breath, Rosa prepared herself. "Galgon tal drux – graphveh pa!" The purple light that flooded the room blinded Jeanne.
When her eyesight recovered, she was greeted with an intimidating sight. There stood Rosa, with an animalistic look on her face. Where the pussy Jeanne had just ate out was before jutted a huge cock, leaking precum. It was no doubt created a second before by Rosa's incantation.
"Wait, what…" Rosa strutted towards the bed. She waved her hand, and Jeanne's lower bindings disappeared immediately. She quickly grabbed her ankles, pulling Jeanne to the end of the bed as the woman's arms stretched from being tied at the top.
"ROSA! I'm… I don't think…" She didn't respond, instead forcing her cock into Jeanne's opening. Because of the stretching she had from the fingerfuck, the magic penis was able to slip its way in, though it wasn't easy.
As the head finally penetrated, Rosa, now aggressively horny, found another barrier within, but she pushed right through it as Jeanne screamed, popping the girl's hymen. Moaning in pleasure at how tight she was, Rosa threw her head back as the cock secreted a precum that was a mix of lube and aphrodisiac.
She was able to get her entire length in about a minute later. Jeanne began to lose coherence, the sensation of being stretched by such a huge rod damaging her sanity.
When Rosa was in balls deep, she retracted back again, leaving only the head in before she slammed back into Jeanne full force. The witch screamed again, this time more so from pleasure than pain as the cock stimulated all her burning nerves.
Again, and again, Rosa hammered in and out. Jeanne cried out each time, only fueling her. The spell was so powerful indeed that Rosa couldn't even remember who it was she was fucking, only concerned with reaching the climax.
Jeanne herself had already reached it, and upon one orgasm, her sensitive body was forced into another. Losing her virginity in such a fashion completely ruined her, and she had no clue how to handle the pleasure, so she orgasmed over and over and over again.
Her contractions only made her hole tighter for Rosa. The added stimulation caused the witch to finally finish, and she thrust in as far as she could before she pumped Jeanne full of magical semen like she was coffee waiting for cream.
Rosa's climax last easily over a minute, and she smiled with delight as she watched Jeanne bloat from her cum, before the pressure caused it to squirt back out of her. When she was done, the cock dissolved in a purple glow and her normal anatomy was restored.
She laid back in a chair. "My god, what an exceptional body you have. I think you'll be more than suitable for Cereza, dear." Rosa had began reading a title Jeanne had left on the nightstand, casually. "I'll be keeping my eye on you, of course. Do not disappoint me."
Jeanne was absolutely uninterested in her comments though, after her virginity was torn from her in a nonconsensual fashion. Rosa had made a critical mistake in leaving her ankles still unbound, and Jeanne planned to use it to her advantage.
As she recovered, she prepared herself, wanting revenge. Jeanne took a deep breath, before she lifted up in the air with one leg and gave a powerful kick to the bed frame. The kinetic energy filled the wooden frame, traveling up it.
It discharged through the wall as the headboard split in half, and Jeanne's hands became free once more. She quickly turned, preparing to deliver a strike to Rosa even in her tired state.
But Rosa was already gone. The witch had slipped away using her bracelet, before Jeanne had even realized. She cursed under her breath. For fucks sake! How the hell am I going to pursue Cereza if her mom is so damned crazy?!