WARNING:
This story contains bondage, hell, demons, hotel, magic, kidnappings, fantasy, fetish, naked people, nudity, bag&sack DiD, bagging, sacking, cannibalism, the black market, planning a rescue, weaponry, guns, the flesh market, a rescue, reversed roles, radio, radio broadcast, jokes, a triumphant return and a happy ending.

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You thought she was weak?
by
Chechtiel

A hotel manager/owner was waiting for more guests at their newly opened hotel. An owner who was pretty bored with the overall situation. During the morning and the noon no new demon had arrived to check into the hotel for an attempt at rehabilitation and ascendance into heaven.

"The way to heaven is difficult, but one might think that free cost and free lodgings would draw people in larger numbers just for the fact it is free, but nobody is coming."

The hotel owner who was going by the name Charlie was still waiting for Alastor to broadcast his first commercials for Hazbin. She liked what she heard in what the Radio Demon had presented to her despite the red deers motives.

"Eventually somebody will show up. Getting Angel Dust to live here was a good start I just need-"

The blonde women stopped and looked up as two people walked through the door making the shopkeepers bell ring. The princess with the white face immediately started to smile her usual smile as she was ready to greet the new arrivals who turned out to be a slender blue Butterfly-Lady and a black furred muscular bear-woman.

"Hi, and welcome to the Happy Hazbin Hotel," greeted Charlie the two new arrivals with a slight bow and her genuine smile. "What can I do for you?"

The butterfly lady with narrow midnight blue eyes who was wearing a blue vest, a long Crayola-blue skirt with a lot of room for the legs and with small holes at the seam in form of many pentagrams walked directly to the desk. Her companion with pupilless white eyes who was sporting a military outfit, camouflage tank top, shorts and a helmet followed her. She was two heads larger than her partner and filled the room physically.

"Hello, our names are Saradun & Koimihel," introduced the butterfly the herself and her partner while leaning on the desk. "We are here for easy money in form of an abduction."

Charlie didn't stop to smile while she grabbed after a pistol with a long barrel under the desk and pointed it at the bear. "Sorry, I am too busy to get kidnapped right now but if you like you can try for redemption at-"

The Buttefly grabbed the barrel and bent it upwards much to Charlie's surprise.

"Koimihel is the muscle," explained the bear in gallant tone. "I am the thinker."

"Oh, that is a surprise and a clever ruse you tw-" Charlie was interrupted as Koimihel grabbed her at the collar and pulled her over the table.

"Charlie, Husk and Nifty asked about the exact working hours could you he-"

Vagatha stopped in the middle of her question after realizing that there was no Charlie anymore at the reception desk. Just her clothes hung neatly over the chair of the front desk. It looked like Charlie had been enraptured while sitting in this chair but that seemed unlikely.

"What the…?" Vaggie didn't knew what to think of this and was taken aback. The one-eyed lady hoped this was not something spontaneous erotic her partner came up with. "Charlie, this is not the right place for something related to sex even if nobody else was here but there are other people here."

After looking closer the moth-woman noticed a piece of inscribed paper in the lap of the empty trousers. She took it into her hands and read through it carefully. The Cut-and-Paste note in Vaggie's hand told her something she didn't want to read at all. In fact, it made her eye flame up in anger and got her to grit her teeth.

"Razzle, Dazzle, you incompetent little goats, get over here!" shouted Vagatha loudly, her hand crumbling the note. "Everybody else who hears me should come over here as well! We need to beat up some motherfuckers!"

"I don't think you should kidnap me, it doesn't solve your Problems," talked Charlie to her kidnappers. "Something that would solve your Problems is stop sinning."

"Shut up," demanded Koimihel. "No redemption, just ransom."

"Your hotel manager will pay a lot of money for you," said Saradun in a calm tone. "After we got the ransom money, we will drug you for some sleepy time. Until you come back to your senses we will be far away with the money."

"I see. And why am I stuck in here in this way?"

Charlie was completely naked; Her white skin yet was not exposed to anything or anyone. The reason for this was the fact that she had been stuffed into a blood-red bag with magical seals painted on it which was carried by the Butterfly-Muscle over her shoulder, both hands holding the tied-up opening tight. The Princess of Darkness was pushing against her captors back with own back. The woman with the pearl white skin had slung her arms around her legs but did not appear to be very worried, just had a curious expression on her face.

"To transport you easier," explained Koimihel quickly. "Don't try screaming, we two are the only people who can hear you, thanks to some enchantments used on this bag."

"Nice work the bag is of good quality, and the material is so soft," complimented Charlie her kidnappers. "What is it made of? Satin?"

"Yes," confirmed the gallant bear. "Best material for the princess of hell."

"Thanks," expressed Charlie gratefully without a hint of sarcasm. "But you should let me go now. I need a hotel to run and I don't want to hurt you."

"Stop trying to get us to let you go," demanded Koimihel rudely. "You are weak, we saw that on TV and lot a worth of money to some people. We will do this."

"Get your asses ready this instant!" ordered Vaggie the hotel staff (and guest), with spear in one hand and a MP in the other. "Charlie is in danger and needs our help."

"So, who do you think kidnapped her exactly, Vags?" asked the Spider Angel Dust, while preparing his pistols and Tommy guns. "Imp gangsters? Overlord? Ars Goetia? One of the seven deadly sins?"

"Imp's at best, some Sinner Demons at worst," assumed Alastor in a casual-charming manner, while he was adjusting his microphone. "I doubt demons of higher rank are behind this. They would use Charlie as a hostage for a higher goal, not just for simple ransom demands."

Husk who was looking over different baseball bats of different types added: "I am more worried about these fuckers having undressed her. I mean I don't want to paint Lord Lucifer at the wall but we can only hope this is just a mild form of psychological warfare."

"These motherfuckers will receive unimaginable pain should they have done anything sexual to Charlie," swore Vagatha in a very cold and serious tone. "Should they have violated her I will make them beg for the freeing holy attack of an angel to deliver them to nonexistence."

Nifty who was holding a bazooka said: "A proper lady only kills their adversaries, they never torture their enemies."

"I will shove these cumstains books about proper lady etiquette down their throats and even harder there no sun is shining!"

"Splendid," said Alastor with a wide grin. "Let us kill these tramps and get Miss Morningstar back."

"I still need to find my napalm grenades," announced Nifty.

"Who are these other people?" asked Charlie curiously.

"People kidnapped like you," answered Saradun.

Saradun was talking about a great number of other people gathered in this room. All naked, many bound to chairs like Charlie was but some also laying bound on the ground or stuffed in cages. Men, women and other, all captured and not looking very happy. Some looked angry, some spouted wrathful curses, other looked sad, depressed or desperate. Many were also blushing because of their involuntary nudity.

"You want a lot of ransom," were Charlie's thoughts spoken out loud at seeing this worrying yet also kind of sexy sight. "Did you two do this all on your own?"

"Yes," was Koimihel's answer while she was checking the breasts of a Dolphin-Lady who screamed in terror. "It is surprisingly easy when nobody suspects your true strength."

"What are you doing there?" asked Charlie, now clearly outraged at seeing this inspection. "Stop molesting this woman right now!"

"She is good fish boss," told Koimihel her boss with a sadistic grin. "I think we will get a lot of bucks for her."

Saradun who was looking at an angry screeching cat lady and tugging at her tail answered: "For this cat as well."

"Selling?" uttered Charlie in great shock. "You are slavers?! That is illegal, even down here in hell!"

"We deliver meat, not people," explained Saradun calmly. "Fresh meat. The meat shop owners love this kind of fresh flesh. The cannibals love it and the people who don't know any better love it too."

"But they are not dead, they feel everything!" shouted an angry Charlie. "They feel every bite when they are unlucky and don't fall unconscious from being hacked to pieces!"

"They should have been better people in live then," argued Saradun even more calmly than before while checking a list. "This is just part of the punishment."

Charlie looked to her two kidnappers, to the desperate victims in earshot they kidnapped who all shouted and screamed in response as they heard about their fate. Charlie made an unreadable face in response.

"This had been fun so far," explained Charlie to everyone in the room. "Until I had to learn how horrible you two are. Getting the rainbow out of you two will be pretty difficult."

Koimihel laughed cruelly in response. "Your dreams and hopes are worthless trash. You really think sinners can be reformed? You really believe heaven would let any of us in? You are a shit-grinning naïve idiot, princess. All we have left is avoiding the final death through the hands of Angels and to exploit each other."

"I and Koimihel are masters in regards to the latter," told Saradun in a serious tone, checking on the fat of an ostrich lady who tried to peck after her but Saradun was not in danger because the Ostrich's neck was bound to the chair in a certain way that limited the range of the captured person. "We only don't sell you as meat because such high quality meat of a Half-Fallen Angel would cause to much publicity in the long run, Princess Morningstar."

Charlie's eyes were in the shadows of her hair now. She appeared defeated and sad. "I hate violence, I really do. I don't want violence to happen ever. Here rules so much violence and it changed never anything for the better. But…"

Charlie looked at the many naked people, bound and hold captive in different ways to many different chairs and hold in place by other means in a few cases, all naked as herself, many angry, many sad, many defeated but all in some way desperate.

"I think I make an exception for you guys."

The ropes which were holding Charlie in place were ripped apart by minimal Movement from the Princess of Hell. She stood up, looked at in astonishment by everyone in the room except the people who hadn't noticed, looking elsewhere, where not able to see what was going on or were distracted otherwise, mostly by bondage predicaments. But they would notice soon enough as Charlie walked towards Saradun and Koimihel.

"Let these people go right now," demanded Charlie calmly. "This ends now."

The butterfly stepped forward and attacked with a war axe, ready to bring it down on Charlie's head. The hotel owner not looking worried at all stopped the attack, grabbing the handle of the axe and pulling it out of the hands of her attacker as if it was nothing.

"I repeat: Surrender and let these people go."

"We don't lose to a naïve idiot!" shouted the enraged peacock in blue and kicked after Charlie.

The very naked Princess easily grabbed the foot in the air. "You don't want to fight me. I abhor violence that is true but I will use it if you not do as I say."

Saradun drew a pistol, targeted Charlie's head and pulled the triger. Charlie's eyes glowed in a red light and the bullet coming out of the barrel stopped in the air. Saradun was shocked and walked backwards, away from Charlie. "Wha- Wha- What are you?"

"Charlie Mornigstar, Hotel owner of the Happy Hazbin Hotel," introduced Charlie herself as she threw the strong Koimihel against a wall while growing horns. "On a minor note: I am also the daughter of the devil who taught me a lot of things."

"Do you all have your weapons and gear?"

Razzle and Dazzle saluted before Vaggie and presented their spears and shotguns.

Niffty checked her bazooka one last time. "Yes, boss."

Husk presented his elemental baseball bats. "I know how to deal with rowdy customers. Some are way worse than your ordinary ruthless kidnapper."

"My plan is to put bullets in their brains," promised Angel Dust, practicing to quickdraw his pistols and tommy guns. "And bullets in their balls and/or vaginas. Main point is to make this hurt."

Alastor presented his microphone-staff. "This is all I need for combat. One announcement and they will wish they never tried to kidnap Charlie."

"You are coming with us Radio Demon?" was Vaggie's surprised reaction while she checked on her spear and a riffle. "This is not the reason you were hired."

"I don't mind some violence from time to time," clarified Alastor "And when it comes to not just kidnapping somebody but also undress them into nudiy I… This most repulsive action has to be halted and punished at any cost."

Vaggies spine shivered and her anger rose even further. "Enough talk, everyone MOVE OUT AND BE READY FOR SLAUGHTER!"

The Hazbin staff made her way to the exit as Charlie came through it, dressed in the clothes of the butterfly demon. With her left hand she was holding the corded opening of a moving bag which was going over her shoulder hanging against her back. "Hi everyone, how are you?"

Vaggie stood there for a Moment in stunned surprise, looking at her girlfriend. Seconds later she threw herself around Charlie's neck. "CHARLIE! You escaped!"

Charlie embraced Vaggie with her free arm back. "VAGGIE! You weren't kidnapped and you were worried about me, that makes me happy!"

Razzle & Dazzle didn't lose another second after Vaggie to climb up Charlie's body to embrace their master and cuddle her.

"Not so stormy boys, I am fine," assured Charlie her two bodyguards and cuddled them back. "You didn't fail protecting me and I love you my little hell goats."

"Are you okay Charlie?" asked Angel Dust while coming walking close to her, sounding happy about Charlie's apparent wellbeing but also a tad worried. "Did these goons do anything to you?"

"They wanted to ransom me off to Vaggie," explained Charlie to everyone. "Also they planned to sell many other sinner demons as meat."

"Splendid business model," commented Alastor in a honest tone which gave him some nasty looks by the others. "I am a cannibal my good people, I need this type of meat."

"They weren't careful about keeping these people unconscious," added Charlie in a serious tone while pushing her cheek against Vaggies in a cozy manner. "They didn't care about the torturous fates they were about to inflict on them."

"What a bunch of assholes," agreed Husk. "Also I want to make a guess and say that the assholes are in your bag, Charlie?"

"Affirmative Husk."

Vaggie's expression turned into an evil grin. "Oh, this is perfect: We can have revenge as well! Niffty, prepare the meatgrinder."

"Yes, boss."

"Capital idea," agreed Alastor to this. "Niffty, you know how I like my flesh of sinner demons, so no further orders from me."

The bag on Charlie's back started to move violently after the inhabitants somehow heard this exchange. Shouts of muffled anger were heard from it but they also mixed with tones of fear.

"No meatgrinder," canceled Charlie the order. "They are to be redeemed here, not to be punished, this is why I brought them with me. Many of their kidnap victims as well."

Charlie gave a hand sign and several sinner demons who looked like they had been through a lot came through the door. They looked distraught, nervous and needed some time to rest.

"After rescuing them and giving them their clothes back they were easily convinced to come with me," explained Charlie in a triumphant tone. "Husk, please give them all keys to their rooms."

"Yes boss," said Husk and lead the sinner demons to the desk. "We have a key for everyone because this is a welfare hotel. Yes, seriously."

"I already told them that," argued Charlie.

Husk shrugged. "Welfare is something rarer in hell than a good video game console from earth."

"You want to force these two who kidnapped you to stay in the hotel?" asked Alastor. "That doesn't sound very nice."

"They broke the rules of the hotel," explained Charlie casually. "Two to be exact. It is forbidden to come in to kidnap somebody and to come in to undress somebody against their will. All written down in the charter of the Happy Hotel I and Vaggie wrote together."

Charlie showed Alastor a copy of the charter and pointed the rules in question out. "I see, pretty clever," was Alastor's honest opinion. "Also, there is a rule against leaving used sextoys around?"

"I do it only ONE time and everyone acts like their assholes were invaded with cactuses."

"You left sex toys laying around 10 times," reminded Vaggie the pornstar. "One time I found a vibrator in the goddamn coffee machine!"

You are such a prude," Angel claimed meekly in return.

"It was still buzzing and RECENTLY USED!"

"I wash it next time, I promise, okay?" promised the sexy spider, sounding even more meek now than before.

"Miss Vaggie ordered me to clean the coffee machine thoroughly afterwards," remembered Niffty. "She liked my effort very much, didn't threw the coffee maker away despite wanting to originally."

Charlie in an attempt to distract anyone from the coffee machine gave the bag to Niffty. "Be a gem Niffty and bring them to one of the special room for special guests, lock them in and get them some spare clothes. Spare clothes lie in the cellar, storage room 5."

"Will be done boss," announced Niffty with a happy smile and carried the bag away as if it weight nothing while holding it over her head, not bothered by the wild movements coming from the undressed captives inside.

"Be careful, the two are dangerous," warned Charlie Niffty.

"I am sure Niffty is even more dangerous than them," assured Alastor the daughter of the devil. "She is deadly with a knife and cuts meat better than anyone else."

"Do you need me for anything else Charlie?" asked Angel Dust with an evil grin on his lips. "If you don't want to grind these two broads into mincemeat I can break a few of their bones as punishment, I know exactly where to strike so It will heal properly and fast but still hurt like the place we are in."

"We are not the mafia, Angel Dust," reminded Charlie her star guest. "Many organized criminals may be here in hell but we don't act like them."

"Also, if they dance out of line, I have the right to punish them first," demanded Vaggie. "The meatgrinder is still an option for the two. So is the firing squad. Not to mention the option of throwing them from the roof."

"Calm down Vaggie," was the message from Charlie to the Moth Lady in a smooth and warm voice followed by a kiss. "They only undressed me, kidnapped me, stuffed me into a bag and bound be to a chair."

"Yeah, absolute harmless," was the Moth-Ladies deadpan response.

"You are just envious that you weren't there to see it," teased Angel Dust the hotel manager.

"If they had seen you they would have tossed you just in the garbage, Spiderman," snarked Vaggie back instead of just becoming angry like usual. "Your flesh is probably as tasty as asphalt with cotton."

"As if you ever have tasted flesh as good as mine," shot the Pornstar back. "Whose flesh of exquisite taste did you ever get into your mouth?"

Vaggie pointed with a smug smile at Charlie and Angel Dust was speechless for a Moment.

"Crap, I can't win against that."

Vaggie chuckled while Charlie who kept herself from chuckling along tried to stop Vaggie to tell of more private matters. "Stop Vaggie, nobody wants to hear this."

"Miss Morningstar, should I tell the good people out there on the radio waves about your little adventure?" asked the Radio Demon his current employer, while being courteous as always. "It could raise interest for the hotel."

"Don't go into too much detail about the nudity," requested Charlie with a slight blush. "Otherwise, people might get the wrong idea about the hotel."

"Angel could manage to do that in an hour," joked Vaggie.

"You can't afford me to do that for the hotel," shot Angel back."

"I have 10. 50 with me," countered Vaggie. "A bit too much for your services but I don't mind giving tips."

Angel Dust groaned, clearly having enough of losing the battle of wits. "I go to my room if you don't need me."

Vaggie whispered without Angel Dust hearing "nobody needs you" which got her a soft hit by Charlie's elbow into the ribcage.

"Stop that," Charlie reprimanded her girlfriend, but couldn't suppress a small smile. "You won."

"And what is my prize?" asked Vaggie, letting her fingers glide through Charlie's smooth blonde hair.

"How about the official permission to kidnap me?" suggested Charlie with a wink. "Just don't do a cannibal hustle on the side."

"I sell video game bootlegs instead," joked Vaggie in an erotic tone. "Bootlegs of "Superman 64."

"So very evil in more than one sense," joked Charlie. "Now help me to get the new guests situated."

Razzle and Dazzle stayed on Charlie's shoulders, still armed with shotguns. Very watchful after the last kidnapping they wouldn't let anyone touch Charlie so easily for the foreseeable future. Except Vaggie of course.

Everyone went back to their tasks, jobs and workingstations.

This included Alastor who went to the recently established radio station of the hotel to make a special report about today's events. He sat down, adjusted the boards and switches as he needed them and went on air.

"Greetings my dear demonettes and demons of hell. Here is Alastor, the Radio Demon live on the Hazbin Highwaves. I have news relating to this fabulous hotel: The owner of Hazbin and Princess of Hell, Charlotte "Charlie" Morningstar had been kidnapped by some very foolish kidnappers for ransom. Before the staff of the hotel could start a rescue operation the powerful princess successfully overwhelmed the kidnappers and brought them to the hotel as special guests alongside many of their other kidnapping victims who came voluntarily, seeing the strength in Charlie and the safety they can have inside this marvelous hotel of hers. Yes, my charming listeners you hear me right this Hotel can withstand a crisis easily and the leader and owner Charlie is no pushover."

The phone in Alastors radio station started to ring. Alastor took the call. "Hello, you are our first caller today. Way to early as well because we don't take any calls at this point. Also, this is my private number on that modern "Smartphone" device which is set on "silent" during air time. Who am I speaking with?"

"Hello, Alastor, the Radio Demon," came a voice most demons knew well. "How are you?"

"I am fine my King," answered Alastor casually. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the Prince of Darkness, Prince of Pride, Lucifer has joined us. How are you my King of Hell?"

"Very fine, Overlord. My day was fantastic so far," told Lucifer the red Deer-Man. "But something pissed into my tea today. Some stupidity. Something REALLY intensely stupid. Something with an unusual high amount of raw stupidity. Something stupid in a way I have seldom seen. One could say it is also a rare type of stupid. Rare because even very stupid people are not that stupid."

"My King, can I make an educated guess on what this stupidity was?" asked Alastor friendly.

"Let me tell you about what happened this way," continued Lucifer, his voice becoming deeper in tone. "If you think you can get personal with a person you should be ready with the ensuing consequences. Extreme consequences. Especially if you try to hurt a person who is a special someone to somebody."

"Stupid people often not realize the consequences of their actions milord," pointed Alastor out. "Don't be too hard on them."

"Only because somebody else got their hand on them to decide their fate first," explained the Lord of the Flies. "This time. Another time a very vengeful person could get ahold of them before anyone else who is more merciful. With a type of vengeance that is way worse than just several broken bones, eyes removed with burning irons or being thrown into a pit full of flesh-eating bugs."

"Very informative and interesting my dear King of Hell. Any music wishes?"

I like "The Sound of Silence"," told Lucifer Alastor. "But the original. How about that?"

"Excellent choice my Dark Lord," praised Alastor the Devil honestly. "With the warning for the stupid of hell out there enjoy the music by the classic artists Simon and Garfunkel, originally written by Paul Simon."

As the music was delivered through the airwaves from the "Hazbin Highwaves" station, the demons felt more at unease. Many were confused at their kings warning but others understood it well. Charlie might be challenged but there were things the Ruler of Hell wouldn't tolerate.

Charlie on the other hand had no worries as she got snuggly with Vaggie in the rooms they shared. Both lay on their bed, without clothing and in deepest embrace. Kissing each other on the mouth, tasting each other, feeling the soft bodies of each other.

"Ready to be kidnapped, my Princess?"

"Yes my moth, my love, I am ready."

Vaggie presented the rope to Charlie. Long red rope, adorned with devil horn symbols. "This is my first time, so I will not be doing anything complicated to your body, just to be safe."

"Vags, I was kidnapped in a bag, it doesn't get less complicated than that."

Vaggie shook her head. "I was talking about to bind you in a simple way to avoid any blood circulation- or breathing-issues."

"Safety first, very wise," agreed Charlie. "Even though there is no mortal rope that could hope to hold me."

"The immortal ropes were sold out," joked Vaggie and kissed Charlie's nose. "But I want my Princess to feel good when I put her into bondage. The ropes should only be as tight as you like them to be, my beloved princess."

"I like it tight," said Charlie. "Especially a tight embrace by you, Vaggie."

"You get one any second now," promised Vaggie while winding rope around the ankles of the lady with the pearl-white skin. "But first I ensure you can't move too much. I am supposed to be the dominant one tonight."

"You will be my love," promised Charlie. "Now bind my hands, QUICK!"

Vaggie did so, binding Charlie's wrist in front of her chest together. "How does this feel my heavenly hell princess?"

"I feel secured," said Charlie, struggling playfully in her simple bindings. "Now do your best."

"The safe word is "apple" Charlie."

"I understand. I love you Vaggie."

"I love you too Charlie."

And so, with love in the backgrounds this story ends with this lessons: Only because somebody sings that in every demon is a rainbow doesn't mean they are a pushover.

END

A written story about Hazbin Hotel bondage. Did you like it?
I am not sorry for Charlie being able to safe herself, I am not sorry for Alastor suddenly rescuing Charlie and even more suddenly forgetting his asexuality and falling in love with her and I am especially not sorry for remembering that dying in hell is not so easy.

Did you like how I wrote Charlie? I welcome constructive criticism.

Until next time!