Webby Vanderquack opened her eyes to a blinding light shining through the cracks of a tall, wooden door.
Looking around, she couldn't tell if she was currently in a small room or an oversized closet.
Lying on her stomach on the floor, she felt the tight coils of strong ropes around her arms and legs.
Webby's wrists and ankles had been securely tied together behind her back, holding her knees off the cold, hard floor.
There was little the hogtied duckling could do besides uncomfortably squirming and struggling against her cruel bindings in the darkness, as Magica had made sure to overtighten every single knot, causing the ropes to bite into her sensitive skin.
After what felt like hours of fighting, Webby surrendered to the persistent ropes, her grunts of pain and effort significantly muffled by the tape around her bill.
If she wasn't gagged, at least she could call out to her captors and let them know she was awake. Maybe then they would let her stretch her legs a bit, or possibly use the bathroom.
But no.
She had been left completely helpless and alone in the dark, with only her circling thoughts to keep her company.
Everything around her was silent. The only sound Webby could hear was her slow breathing, slightly restricted from her stomach forcing her weight off the floor.
The duckling's violent struggling had pulled her clothing into awkward positions all over her body. Webby's shirt was now tangled up close to her neck, leaving her bare stomach against the freezing hardwood floor. Her short purple skirt didn't have it any better, as it was currently failing at doing it's job.
She was cold.
She was tired.
She was hungry.
She was thirsty.
Her arms and legs ached.
And she was bored outta her mind.
How long had she been lying on the floor?
Just as Webby began to fall back to sleep in exhaustion, she heard the slightest sounds of deep breathing.
It wasn't her...
"Good morning, Webbigai-" Webby's eyes shot wide open.
"MMMMhmpph?! MMMMMhhmPHH!"
In a sudden panic, Webby started desperately struggling and kicking in a attempt to repel her unknown assailant. The figure just watched her in silence as she tugged furiously against her ropes.
After she had once again exhausted all her energy in futile squirming,
Webby broke down into tears. Realizing that she was utterly defenseless, the child closed her eyes, accepting her fate.
"You seem a little stressed... Here, I'll make you feel better."
"Mmhmpph."
The shadowy figure walked up to Webby and began to rub her head feathers in a attempt to comfort her. Even though she didn't want to admit it to herself, it did make her feel a little better.
"...You have very soft feathers Webbigail."
"I wish I could cut them all off and make them into a sweater. It would keep me warm..."
"Mmmhpph?"
Webby was trying her hardest to process what she was hearing.
"Unfortunately. You wouldn't look as pretty without your feathers... It would probably be cold for you too."
"Hhhmgh. Hmmffggh!"
The bound duckling tried her best to get it through to her captor how much pain she was in. If he really wanted her to feel better, he would at least loosen her ropes a bit, right? Even the slightest slack in them at this point would feel like paradise in comparison. Her bent legs and stretched arms were screaming at her for relief, yet the taut ropes held them together with no leniency.
She was uncomfortable. Her limbs were burning. Her throat was parched and scratchy. Where was she anyway? And who was looking down at her?
Did he not understand her obvious signs of discomfort? Did he want her to suffer? Why didn't he just untie her already?
"Mmmmpph! Mmph! HHMmmphh!"
"...I watched you sleep." Webby's captor sat down next to her, his thick glasses reflecting the dim light across the floor.
"Your lips looked a little dry while you were sleeping, so I licked them for you..."
Hearing this, Webby began spitting and gagging in disgust. Still unable to open her bill from the tape around it.
"You have the cutest smile when you sleep."
"Mmhhpph."
"...I like your tail too."
The darkened figure bent down and slowly sniffed her tail feathers, Causing Webby to almost vomit in her mouth.
This creep was freaking her out. What kind of person licks someone's lips while they were asleep and then sniffs their nether regions? She felt completely violated, and there was no one present to get him away from her.
"Ahhhh..." He inhaled deeply.
"It reminds me of my dear sweet Gummeemama."
Webby wasn't exactly sure what a 'Gummeemama' was. But it didn't make her feel any less disturbed.
"I like you Webbigail... Do you like me?"
"Mmph. Mmmmpph!"
"I'll accept that as a 'yes'."
After taking another big whiff of her tail feathers, the figure scooted down to her webbed feet. Still tightly tied to her wrists.
"Hmmmmm... You have such lovely feet Webbigail."
"...You wouldn't mind if I feel them a bit, do you?"
'Do I even have a choice?' Webby wanted to say.
Grasping the duckling's webbed feet in his sweaty hands, the violater felt them all over, and there was little Webby could do to stop him.
After a few minutes of rubbing her gently, the figure heard a muffled giggle from his captive.
"Are your feet ticklish Webbigail? That's cute."
"Hmm... But I can imagine it would be quite difficult to laugh with all that tape around your bill."
Hearing this, Webby felt a wave relief. 'Finally!'
"Here, let me take it off for you."
After walking up to her head, the figure slowly but surely peeled the sticky tape off her bill. Although Webby was grateful to be able to speak again, it wasn't enough to keep her from chewing him out.
"UH! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" The tightly bound duckling screamed at her captor as loudly as she could.
"I'VE BEEN LYING HERE TIED UP LIKE THIS FOR HOURS!"
"DO YOU KNOW, HOW MUCH THIS HURTS?!" Webby struggled angrily on the floor. Her limbs ached so much now, they felt like they were going to fall off her body.
"EWW! Get away from me you DISGUSTING butt sniffing FREAK!"
Where's Magica?! Who are you?! Where am I?! How dare you touch me without permission! EWWW! I can't believe you sniffed my butt!"
"SOMEONE GET THIS SICKO AWAY FROM ME!"
The figure just stared down at her with unblinking eyes, watching her struggle in pain and discomfort.
"...You look hungry."
"SERVENTS!"
The door to the room suddenly flew open, illuminating the small room in light.
In rushed a terrified maid and butler, ready to fulfill their master's wishes.
"Yes master Doofus?" Both of them spoke in unison.
"Take her, to the breakfast room."
"Master... Doofus?" Webby said aloud.
"...DOOFUS DRAKE?!"
"Louie told me all about you! Y-You, you tried to use him as a piñata!"
Doofus' face suddenly twisted into visible fury, as he seemed to be trying to hold back some dark, malevolent force.
"Never... mention, that brat's name, in my PRESENCE!" Doofus yelled directly into Webby's face.
"Servents."
"Take her... to the breakfast room."
Without waiting a single second, the maid and butler scooped up the restrained duckling in their arms and carried her out of the dimly lit room.
After they had almost made it to their destination in the mansion, Webby decided to try her luck with Doofus' seemingly not insane servents.
"Um, could you loosen these ropes a bit, please?"
Webby tried her best not to cry from rope burns and embarrassment.
"This hurts so much..."
"She's only a child dear." Doofus' mother said to her husband.
"She's too young to be treated like this."
Putting Webby on the floor, the husband and wife quickly untied the ropes holding her wrists and ankles tightly together. After the last knot had been undone, the duckling stretched out her aching legs.
"Go get her a glass of water dear. Her voice doesn't sound normal."
The maid got to work gently untying Webby's arms and legs, while the butler went off to fetch some water.
After every coil of rope had finally been undone, the woman laid the exhausted duckling on a couch and straightened out her messy clothes and feathers.
"Here." The butler handed Webby a large glass filled with water.
She gulped down every drop of the cold liquid almost instantly. Not stopping to even take a breath.
"...Thank you."
It didn't take long for Webby to fully realize that this was a perfect opportunity to run for it.
Magica, Ma Beagle, Doofus, that other creepy duck, they were seemingly nowhere around to stop her escape.
"I'm outta here!"
Although her legs were still screaming at her to just lie down and rest, Webby hopped up from the comfy couch and ran off into the mansion as fast as she could.
When she first woke up a few hours ago, she hadn't expected Magica to have taken her to a sparkling clean, but mostly empty mansion. Webby thought Magica to be the more volcanic hideout, abandoned castle type witch.
Webby didn't have much time to think on Magica's taste of evil lairs, as she eventually came to what looked like the front door.
Turing the doorknob and looking outside, the duckling recognized where she was.
Doofus Drake's Treehouse mansion.
Seeing a police officer not far down the street, Webby ran up to him as fast as her legs could carry her and grasped his shirt.
"Officer! I've been kidnapped and held against my will by an evil witch!"
"Not only that! But I've been licked and sniffed by some crazy rich kid named DOOFUS DRAKE!"
"Hmm... Now that is quite an interesting story there little missy." The officer spoke without turning around.
"You mind going through all that again?"
"I SAID..."
Webby continued, dispite knowing how crazy she sounded.
"I've been kidnapped and held against MY WILL-"
"By an evil witch named Magica De Spell and a crazy rich kid named Doofus that licked your lips and sniffed your tail."
"YES!"
The frantic duckling gripped the policeman's wrist.
"NOW GET ME OUTTA HERE BEFOR-"
Webby froze, feeling the officer's tight grip on her hand.
Without warning, the policeman's head slowly turned to make eye contact with her. The sounds of bones cracking and snapping filled the eerie dead silence of Duckburg.
The child wanted to run, she wanted to scream, but all she could manage to do was stare back at that soulless, pale husk of what used to be a living being.
That THING, stared silently down at her with two dark holes where his eyes should have been. Spread across his face, was a large toothy smile, much too happy for a person who seemingly couldn't see.
And then Webby, heard it.
The sounds of millions of spiders crawling and screaming in pain came from within the corpse still tightly holding her hand.
In a desperate attempt to get away from the policeman, Webby pulled her hardest to free her trapped hand. Yet somehow, that only made the corpse grow stronger.
To the duckling's horror, thousands upon thousands of large black spiders poured out of the officer's mouth and eyes sockets and crawled down his hand.
Webby fought and screamed as the spiders completely covered her small body and crawled down her clothes.
The sky above Duckburg turned a hellish red as Webby fell onto the sidewalk. The only sound she could hear was the horde of black arachnids filling her insides and the voice of a familiar british sorceress.
"You cannot escape from me child. I am everywhere..."
Webby Vanderquack opened her eyes to a blinding light shining through the cracks of a tall, wooden door.
Looking around, she couldn't tell if she was currently in a small room or an oversized closet.
Lying on her stomach on the floor, she felt the tight coils of strong ropes around her arms and legs.
Webby's wrists and ankles had been securely tied together behind her back, holding her knees off the cold, hard floor.
"Moooorning Webby! How have you been?"
A certain shadowy sorceress spoke from behind the duckling in a surprisingly cheery tone.
"No, really. Did you honestly think you could just, escape from me that easily?"
"Hhhmghh..." Webby managed to say, as her bill was once again bound with tape.
"I'm no fool Webby."
"Scrooge, Glomgold, Lena, now they're all fools."
"But you..."
Magica bent down closely to Webby's face, her visibly empty skull rotting away in front of her.
"You aren't exactly a fool."
"A bit of a misguided, dumb little girl. But not a fool."
The sorceress gently stroked Webby's bill with her dry skeleton fingers.
"You're quite a tough, attractive, intelligent little duckling Webby..."
"But you made one, fatal mistake..."
"You chose the losing side."
Webby didn't even try to talk back, she knew well enough that she was completely helpless against Magica.
"You see, I'm not just another villain that wants to antagonize Scrooge's life with idiotic petty plans to murder him and stuff."
"Death is too good for that old fool..."
"For I am Scrooge's downfall!"
"I am Scrooge's bringer of judgment!"
"I am, Magica De Spell!"
The sorceress jumped triumphantly in air.
"...You know, most people wouldn't actually sacrifice their own flesh and blood just to become powerful enough to strike down their enemies."
"But I'm not most people Webby."
Magica sighed deeply.
"To be perfectly honest though. Being a living skeleton does have it's disadvantages..."
"Number one, you lose most of your senses."
"When I was stuck as a shadow for fifteen years, I really missed having my sense of touch, taste, smell, you know the rest."
"...And it's no different being a living skeleton."
"BUT! When I eventually became strong enough to take Lena's body for myself, I was surprised that I still didn't recover my senses."
"I tried eating... nothing."
"I tried drinking... nothing."
"Sheesh. All that perfectly aged wine. Completely wasted."
"I tried... pleasuring myself."
"You know, the way girls do."
"...Absolutely nothing."
"But I was desperate, WEBBY!"
"Desperate to feel ANYTHING!"
"So, I stubbed my toe against a wall."
"Nothing."
"I bit down on my tongue."
"Nothing."
"I caught my finger in a door."
"Still nothing."
"I burned myself."
"I didn't even flinch."
"So... I took the sharpest knife I could find..." Magica suddenly put a knife to Webby's bound wrists.
"I slowly cut deep into my wrist. Left and right, left and right..."
"Deeper and deeper, I cut away at my flesh."
"...That miserable brat screamed so loud that night."
"And over her screams, I could hear her begging for me to stop. It was sickeningly pathetic."
"Yet, I still felt nothing."
"At that moment, I realized the truth."
"If I wanted to feel, smell, breathe ever again, I had to get my body back."
"So in the meantime, I punished that disobedient little whore instead."
"...You want to hear how I punished her, Webby?"
Magica forcibly made the child nod her head with her hand.
"You do? THAT'S GREAT."
Webby couldn't help holding back her tears, as she was visibly horrified by what the undead sorceress was telling her. Although the duckling knew that Magica was a born liar, and overall terrible person. Smething deep in the pit of her stomach told her that what she was telling her was the truth.
"You have to understand Webby. Dispite her being your, BEESSST FRIEND." Magica mocked the bound child on the floor.
"...Lena is BAAAAADD GIRL."
"And bad girls like her have to be punished."
"Okay, let's see if I can remember."
"Oh yes. First, I starved her."
"You know, only eating enough to keep her from falling dead before the lunar eclipse."
"It was a little funny though. When that brat lived underneath the amphitheatre, she only ate what she could find. Which, wasn't that much really."
"But the day of the lunar eclipse, I noticed that she had lost a lot of weight."
"Well, at least I think she did."
"Last time I checked, I wasn't able to see her ribs..."
"Now where was I?" Magica turned to look at Webby, who was now glaring intensely back at her.
"That's right. T- I mean punishment."
The sorceress reclined against the duckling on the floor.
"Then, I took a belt to her."
"Beat her to the floor."
"Made her sit on tacks. Simple stuff."
"But for the grand finale! I wrapped my shadow essence tightly around her, stuffed it down her throat, forced it into her eyes..."
Magica stood up and ripped the tape off Webby's bill.
"Guess what I did next."
"Go ahead. Guess."
"...You're a monster." Webby finally spoke.
"Hey, even monsters have emotions. Then again, maybe not."
"Anyway. I gave Lena control over her body again, and-"
"I don't want to hear it." The duckling interrupted Magica with a cold tone in her voice.
"Lena isn't a plaything to be smacked and thrown around for your own amusement."
"It doesn't matter if you created her or not, she's my friend. Living shadow or not, she didn't deserve all that terrible stuff you did to her..."
"But that's where your wrong child."
"Lena is mine! Mine to do with as I please. She was born to be a slave to me. Her whole purpose in life is to serve her master."
"The problem with slaves though is that not all of them are entirely submissive at first."
"She disobeyed me, therefore I had to punish her."
"You may think that her offering herself to come back to me was her trying to save you. But in reality, she was just doing what she was born to do, fulfilling her role as a compliant slave."
"So you see Webby..."
"Following orders, being completely submissive and obedient, it's all in her blood."
"...But you." Magica gently rolled Webby onto her back, crushing her arms and legs underneath her weight.
"You're different from all the other children I've dealt with."
"You're tougher, smarter, and overall better looking than all of them."
"Tell me, what's your secret?"
The bound duckling remained silent, trying her best to ignore Magica's manipulation.
"...I SAID-!"
The sorceress grabbed Webby by her shirt, lifting her up to her eye level.
"UUH! I DON'T HAVE TO TELL YOU A DAMN THING, YOU HEINOUS HARRIDAN!" Webby yelled in Magica's face.
After the duckling realized she had both sworn and insulted Magica to her face, she immediately grew quiet. Instinctively, she tried to protect her face with her hands, still tied tightly to her ankles.
"Why you little-!"
Magica pulled back a clenched, ignited fist to punch Webby straight in her right eye, but stopped herself before she made contact.
"...Not yet."
The sorceress relaxed herself and carried the startled child over to a chair and laid her down on her lap. Unsurprisingly, Webby didn't consent to her feathers being groomed by her greatest enemy.
"I have a little proposition for you child."
"Either you completely surrender your mind and body to me and become my newest puppet..."
"Or, I humiliate and torture you till you beg for mercy from me as a weeping, bloody mess on the floor."
"If you give yourself up to me now, I promise I will not hurt you..."
Webby didn't take long to make her decision. She truly hated Magica, and surrendering to her was literally the last thing she wanted to do.
"...I'd rather DIE than to give myself up to you."
The duckling fought hard in attempt to push the skeleton hand away from her.
"Well-"
Magica stopped running her fingers through the child's feathers.
"I gave you your chance..."
"I'm not afraid of you." Webby boldy said, while still tightly hogtied on her enemy's lap.
"Is that so...?"
Suddenly, the shadowy sorceress violently pushed Webby onto the floor, causing her to cry in pain as her bound limbs were once again crushed underneath her.
"...I'm still not afraid of you."
"Ah ah ah. You're lyiiiiing. I can see it in your eyes." Magica spoke in a particularly childish tone.
"Trust me, I've seen those same tearfilled eyes in Lena countless times."
"And around here, lying is quite a punishable offense."
"I said I'M NOT afraid of YOU. It's just these ROPES!" Webby was quickly losing her temper with Magica.
"Oh. Are they possibly too tight for such a strooong little girl like you?"
"Of course NOT! Just give me some time. I'll snap them all apart!"
Webby began furiously grunting and rolling around on the floor at Magica's feet. The sorceress couldn't help laughing at her pitiful struggling.
"Oh Webby, you are just TOO MUCH!"
Magica walked over to a table and grabbed a glass jar filled with a bright purple liquid.
"I'd bet you are thirsty. Here."
The sorceress bent down and showed Webby the glowing stimulant.
"...What, is that?" The duckling was getting a little nervous.
"Oh this? Just a special potion I brewed earlier today just for you."
"It's really delicious. Now open up."
As soon as Magica brought the tip of the jar to her mouth, Webby shut her bill as tightly as she could.
"I said... OPEN, UP."
Magica tried her best to force Webby's bill open with her hands, but it only resulted with most of the potion spilling all over them.
"AUGH! YOU IMPUDENT LITTLE BRAT!" The sorceress swiftly kicked the duckling's defenseless face.
"Forget it. I'm not drinking that stuff..." Webby spoke softly after the stars had disappeared from her vision.
"...Let's see. I could either force a pipe far down your throat and just pour away."
"Or, we could do something waaay more fun." Magica smiled deviously.
"So, you're a little ticklish aren't you?"
Webby's eyes suddenly shot open in fear and dread upon hearing this.
"...Why do you ask?"
"Oh... Nothing."
"I just recall one sleepover where you and Lena had a tickle fight."
"Tell me, did you enjoy it?"
The duckling laid on the floor in a silent, obvious panic.
"...Yes. Yes I did. I love tickling." Webby answered in a very unconvincing way.
"So, if you tickled me, it wouldn't do you any good."
"...You know, I'm reaaally sorry about kicking you in the face Webby."
Magica imitated the child's unusually bad acting.
"I should have controlled MY temper."
"And to show HOW sorry I really am, I'll tickle you. I mean, if you really like it that much, and if it wouldn't make you uncomfortable..."
"N-no. But, uh, I deserved to be kicked. You don't wanna tickle me!"
"But I do Webby! After all, such adorable little webbed feet like the ones you have were just MADE to be tickled!"
The child blushed and tried to roll over on her back.
"Oh, would you like me to start with your stomach first?" Magica bent down and quickly turned the duckling over.
"WA-WAIT! MAGICA PLEASE DON'T!"
"But, but I thought you said you LOVED tickling."
Magica gasped in an overdramatic fashion.
"Is it possible, that you lied to ME?"
"Magica! Please don't tickle me! I'll drink the potion!"
Webby hated herself for giving in so easily. But whatever was in the jar couldn't possibly be worse than being creepily groped and tickled all over by Magica. Right?
"Okay, if that's really what you want."
The sorceress grabbed the glowing potion and held it over Webby's bill.
"Bottoms up!"
Magica poured every last drop of the foul potion down the duckling's throat as she tried to keep from gagging from the thick sludge.
"...Now that's a good girl." The sorceress patted her head.
"Blaagh! It tastes terrible!"
Webby's face turned a dark shade of green as she felt the potion settle in her stomach.
"Oops! Sorry, wrong potion! That was the sleep deprivation potion."
"Bleugh... Sleep deprivation potion?!" The duckling struggled on the floor.
"Why yes. And I do feel bad for you Webby. Because unless you drink another certain potion, it will be completely impossible for you to fall asleep."
Magica gasped.
"OH, NO!"
Webby stopped struggling.
"You are enjoying this way more than you really should..."
"Yes, I know."
"And unless you give yourself up to me, you won't be falling asleep anytime soon..."
"Big deal! I can last days without sleep." The duckling lied.
"Hmm... How about weeks?"
Webby stared angrily in silence.
"And no food either! You can starve yourself to the bone for all I care."
"...My family will come and rescue me. You'll see."
"Ahem. I'm sure your FAMILY has WAAAY more important stuff on their minds right now..."
"Now. Shall we join the others for breakfast? Of course, you wouldn't get to eat anything."
"But, I guess that's a small price to pay for free will..."
A/N: I thought I'd quickly answer a question from one of my commenters.
Guest: "I'm a little confused. Who is in love with who? Who had a crush on who? Especially when in revolves around Webby."
It's quite simple...
Webby has a crush on Randy.
Randy has a crush on himself.
Doofus has a crush on Webby.
Dewey has a crush on Viktorija.
Louie has a crush on Lena.
Launchpad has a crush on Penumbra.
Jim has a crush on Magica. After she turned herself into a living skeleton of course. :P
Sorry if it was a bit confusing for you.