A/N: Happy Spring 2020! ...Now, let's get down to business- Wait? Ahhh! 32 comments?! I never thought I'd receive that many. Thanks guys! I think I'm going to start leaving responses to all comments in the Author's Notes now to show my appreciation. Here we go.
Gadgetphile: Okay then. Whatever floats your boat I guess...
Webbigail: Thanks! You're welcome! :)
therealjordan23: Not surprising. Since he's easily the most relatable character in the show.
Lena de Strange: I'm afraid that Magica is going to get to do it first. Although I'm sure she'd much rather prefer it from you.
Now, of all the chapters I'm going to write, this is probably the one where Magica treats Webby the worst. Although her pettiness and childish love for being evil just to be evil can be easily played for laughs, the problem with a villain like her is that she's already gone way too far into the moral event horizon and is impossible to reason with. The little amount of humanity she seems to have left in her is only an act of faux affably evil to mess with her enemies. Because dispite how deadly serious she is in wanting to end the lives of Scrooge McDuck's family, kidnapping his honorary niece and torturing her with no remorse is all just a game to her. And despite Magica returning her captive back to her early childhood just as a joke, Webby is actually more mature than she will ever be...
If you somehow didn't get the message earlier, this fic's main theme is child abuse and the effect it has on it's victims. And this is about as horrifically realistic of a depiction of it as I'm going to allow myself to write. If this chapter makes you upset or uncomfortable, then I guess I did my job right. Honestly though, when I first started to write this fic, I never imagined I'd ever let it become quite as crazy and cruel as what Magica does to poor Webby in this chapter. And I'm not sure if I should be concerned that I was actually able to come up with, THIS.
I can't stress this enough. If you or someone you know is a victim of any kind of domestic abuse, call The National Domestic Violence Hotline or contact the police immediately. Remember, you are not alone. (Sorry I didn't insert this way earlier.)
13 days in counting till the season 3 premiere of DuckTales. Oh, and in case you didn't already know. The one minute preview for it has been uploaded on Disney XD's Official YouTube Channel.
I'd recommend grabbing a drink and a spicy snack before starting to read, because this chapter is a long, dark, painful one...
Chapter 12 will be uploaded sometime this April. And remember, one comment equals one bit of karmic justice towards Magica in the following chapters. :P
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"-Ow."
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"-Ow."
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"-OwAAAAAaaAhhh! Rrrrgghh!"
"MAGICA! Please! IT- IT HURTS- HHrrk!" Webby cried and trembled as a small pink dog choker tightened closely around her neck. A short purple leather leash was attached securely to the front of it, as a heart shaped dog tag jingled softly underneath it.
"Now Webby..." The undead skeleton sorceress turned around to face her unwilling captive standing still behind her.
"I know that today has been a bit RUFF. And I hope you can FUR-give ME."
"But I believe I clearly warned you earlier about what happens to little fools that speak without being spoken to and lag behind..."
Magica smirked maliciously down towards the still shivering duckling in the hallway. She had been forcefully dressed in what the sorceress considered to be close enough to a dog costume, replacing the much more revealing outfit she was wearing earlier.
The close fitting leotard was covered with a fuzzy brown fabric that resembled a dog's fur, as a short cloth tail hung from the back end. Completing the look, a pair of triangular dog ears sat above her with a wire headband, and a plastic pet cone was strapped uncomfortably around her neck, obstructing her vision from the sides.
"...Not only do they get a nice little TUG-" Magica stuck her right foot on Webby's stomach and pulled on the leash, significantly tightening the collar around her neck without pulling her to the floor.
"-But they also get another, SHOCKING bit of motivation to go along with it." The sorceress lifted up a small black remote control and held it up with a smug expression on her face.
"Wait! WAIT! Magica please don't!" Webby begged while trying her hardest to untie her bound wrists behind her back.
"...HA!" The sorceress watched with an exaggerated, sadistic smile as she dramatically slamed her thumb down on the remote. Fearing the worst, Webby shut her eyes, bracing herself for the incoming pain.
...
After ten seconds of nothing but silence, the duckling cautiously cracked open an eye too see Magica still standing tall over her.
"Don't hold me in suspense like THIS! Just press the button ALREADY!" Webby blurted out.
"...What?!" Magica began rapidly pressing all the buttons on the remote control at the same time. Hoping at least one of them would do something painful to Webby.
"What is with this stupid- Rwaaagh!" The sorceress threw down the cheap plastic remote in a fit of childish rage, unsuccessful in smashing it apart.
"Blast this inferior shock collar and remote control! This is the last time I steal from the backstreet discount store!"
"...Did you forget to put in the batteries?" Webby asked, her indifference clearly visible in her tired eyes.
"Of course not! What do you take me for, a fool?!" Magica was personally insulted by her captive's question.
"Here look! See? See the A's?" The sorceress dropped the end of the leash and opened the back of the remote for Webby to see.
"SEE?! This isn't my fault! How do those incompetent fools at Duckacell, expect me to properly rub my position of authority and dominance in your face, with defective BATTERIES?!"
"...Oh wait. The batteries are in backwards." Magica stared dumbfounded into the back of the remote.
"Well now! Just wait until your fellow witch and warlock friends hear about this." Webby began, completely forgetting that Magica had let go of her leash.
"The great and powerful sorceress Magica De Spell, can't even work a remote control."
"Oh wait! I forgot! You don't have any friends..." The duckling bent forward and scowled.
"...Hmph!" Magica re-inserted the cold batteries into the remote and shut the back of it.
"You asked for this..." The sorceress aimed the tip of the remote control directly at Webby and pressed the button, sending a powerful jolt of painful electricity through her body.
"Ahh-Ahh-AHHH! MAGI-" Bzzzt! Webby's legs began shaking underneath her as Magica's twisted smile grew wider and wider.
"MAGICA! I'M SORR-" Bzzzt!
"Um-hmm... Hurts doesn't it?" The sorceress grinned as she watched her young prisoner cringe in pain.
"I did my research Webby. The company that made this particular brand of shock collar quickly went out of business after the police were informed that the owner of the company-"
"AAaaaAah-AHH-" Bzzzt!
-Ms. Barks, had locked her three year old son in a cage and strapped one of these collars around his neck..."
"Wha-Wha-WHAAAH-" Bzzzt! Webby recoiled forward onto the hardwood floor and began to cry.
"M-M-MAGICA! PLEAS-" Bzzzt!
"Quiet FOOL!" The sorceress sharply slapped her across the side of her bruised face.
"I'm trying to TELL a STO-RY!" Magica stepped back and prepared to fully hold the remote's button down with her thumb.
"...THIRTY SECONDS! If you can take it, you win the grand PRIZE."
"Noooo-oooh-oooh! Magica! SOMEONE PLEASE!" Webby cried and fought harder against her ropes, getting the attention of Doofus' mother nearby in the mansion.
"Oh look, your wrists are getting a little loose..." The sorceress sat down on the duckling's aching legs a toyed with her fingers for a bit.
"I'll just re-tighten them back up for you real quick. Wouldn't want you slipping out and... es-caping during the middle of the challenge."
"Magica, please! It's- It's tight enough!" The duckling tried to look behind her back, but the cone around her neck blocked her view.
"Really? How can you tell?" Magica ran her dry skeleton fingers through Webby's head feathers underneath her cone and patted her.
"I- I can't feel my fingers..." She weakly wiggled her numb digits about.
"...Oh. I guess that's a good enough reason." The sorceress paused before grabbing a handful of her feathers and pulled her head backwards.
"-AAAAAAAAAAHHH! Ow! Ow! Ow! STOP! Necks don't work like THAT!"
"Oop! Sorry. Heh-heh-heh." Magica chuckled to herself and sharply smacked Webby's tail end through her furry leotard.
"Ow!"
"What's the matter fool? Your parents never SPANKED you before?" Magica teased as she suggestively grabbed her tail through her outfit.
"I'm surprised such a disobedient little brat like yourself was able to get away without it for so many years..."
Webby couldn't stand it anymore. Magica was making her very uncomfortable, even more so than when she undressed her twice earlier, and she was doing it on purpose. In a instant, her blood-shot eyes began to twitch as furiously growled to herself like Scrooge McDuck.
"...Dis-obedient?"
"You have no right to-"
"-My granny would never..."
"Just- GET OFF ME ALREADY YOU EVIL BI-" The livid duckling was promptly silenced as the sorceress magically zipped her bill shut with a mystical red zipper.
"-Language! Language!" Magica reclined her full body weight on Webby and began to smack harder.
"Honestly, where did you hear such vulgar profanity?"
"Oh... of course. You walked in on old Scroogey on one off his off days didn't ya? Asked him one too many pointless FOOL questions didn't ya?" She smirked to herself while the duckling growled and grumbled through her tightly zipped up bill. Hoping to get Magica off her back, Webby began wildly kicking her legs backwards at the sorceress with the little strength she had left in her.
"Heh- That's cute, but I really don't think you want to do that..."
"If you struggle, I'll tie your feet together too. And then you have to hop up and down to follow me instead. And hopping on those sensitive webbed feet of yours sounds a bit-"
"-excruciating..." Magica calmly stood up and glared down at Webby, her cold voice barely louder than a whisper.
"Now where was I? Oh yes right."
"Ahem!" She pretended to loudly clear her throat.
"...So apparently, Ms. Barks told the police that her son wouldn't stop crying. So she put duct tape over his mouth and put him in time out. But I guess even that wasn't enough to shut the squalling little fool UP."
Magica paused and gently turned Webby onto her back, pinning her to the hardwood floor underneath her.
"You see Webby. Most adults don't appreciate it when little fools like yourself refuse to pipe down and just go to SLEEP."
"Personally, I don't mind a little pitiful, childish crying now and again."
"...It can be quite, entertaining." The sorceress pressed a bony finger deep into Webby's chest and slowly dragged it downwards, making the duckling wiggle and laugh through her bill.
"Now I'm SURE she would have loved to just, CLONK him over the head to make him go beddy-bye... But that would have left quite an unsightly mark on him."
Magica silently chuckled to herself as she grabbed right between Webby's legs, trying to get a reaction out of her.
"Mmmmm-hhhhmmm!" The young ducking shook her head and desperately struggled in protest.
"Oh, you like that? Heh-heh, I could do it a little bit more, if you want..." The sorceress ignored Webby's obvious discomfort and continued to violate her personal space.
"Mmmmm- Mmmmm..." Webby softly whimpered before giving the biggest, saddest, intentional puppy dog eyes should could pull off.
"...Okay fine." Magica effortlessly waved her hand aside and telekinetically unzipped the duckling's bill.
"-Uuuaagh!" Breathing heavily, Webby shut her eyes and turned her head away.
"MAGICA! STOP PLEASE! Not- not the underfluffies!"
"I'm- I'm just a kid! PLEASE! Anywhere but there!"
"...Now really Webby, you disappoint me. I thought you were tougher than this, this is really embarrassing. You can't be that sensitive down here." Magica laughed and continued to tease her.
"N-NO MAGICA! SOMEBODY PL- Mmmmmmm!" The sorceress quickly zipped the duckling's bill back shut and slapped her twice across the face.
"Oh, so you don't like it then... Well what are you gonna do about it huh?" Magica began mercilessly tickling her prisoner on the floor
"I'll tell you what, NOTHING!"
"WHY? Because it's PERFECTLY acceptable for me to do this."
"Because A: We're both girls, so it's okay."
"B: You're cute. And the cuter someone is, the more fun it is to mess with them..."
"And C: You're my slave. So you have no rights, and have no choice but to do whatever I please."
"So C'MON SLA-AVE! You might as well get used to it! You and me are going to get VERY close to each other..." Magica let herself relax and pulled the crying duckling into a gentle hug.
"There, there. It's okay. Your Aunt Magica will keep you safe..." She whispered in Webby's ear and rubbed the dark, puffy black eye she had given her earlier.
"...Would you like me to continue the story now? You wouldn't want to miss the, BEST PART would you?"
Webby didn't even try to respond this time. The combination of inetense hunger, cuts and bruises, invasion of privacy, inability to fall asleep, electric shocks, and a much younger age had driven her into a state of hopelessness and childish rage.
If she had been kidnapped by Ma Beagle, or possibly even Glomgold. They would have at least just ransomed or killed her by now. But by making friends with Lena and getting involved with Magica, she had unknowingly made herself a target of the Shadow Queen's wrath. And Magica saw no difference between an adult or a child. Everyone was fair play to her.
Yet Magica had still refused to kill her. At first, Webby thought the worst thing that could happen to her was to end up getting killed by the sorceress in some kind of dark, blood sacrifice. But now the opposite was true, she was now wishing for it.
When she was older, Webby couldn't understand why so many people everyday committed suicide. The idea that someone could be so depressed and thought so little of themselves that they took their own lives didn't make any sense to her. But now she finally got it.
Even if she was rescued, Magica had already stolen seven years of her life, and left permanent scars on her she could never forget. Death couldn't be as bad as this. All she had to do was anger Magica enough to make her want to kill her. Then it would be all over.
"...So you see, this collar has a very serious design flaw. If you hold down the button, instead of sending a nice little ZAP, into the wearer-"
"-it electrocutes them for as long as the button is pushed down..."
"Or until the batteries run out." Magica said as she lifted up the remote control and waved it inches in front of Webby's bruised face.
"But don't worry. I wouldn't do that to a poor, defenseless little girl like you..."
"Just for thirty seconds."
"If you can last thirty seconds without dying, you'll get nice a reward."
"...Ready, fool?" The sorceress smirked as she slapped Webby hard on the rear and sat her down against the wall.
"Mmmm-hhhmmm." The duckling shut her eyes tightly and nodded, much to Magica's surprise.
"Wait, really?" She stood still in disbelief.
"Oh, okay then..." Magica stepped a safe distance backwards and pulled out the remote.
"Three-"
...
"Two-"
...
"One-"
...
"HAAA- WHAT?!" The sorceress quickly turned around as the remote control was instantly taken from her skeleton hand. Standing close behind her, Doofus' mother was holding the remote in her hand.
"Miss, De- De Spell?" She somehow spoke while terrified to be in Magica's presence.
"This- little girl... She- She looks really scared. Maybe you should take her back home before- before her family starts to miss her."
"It's already half past midnight. I- I don't think you should really- should really-"
SMACK!
Magica suddenly smacked the maid backwards onto the floor and swiped back the remote.
"Intervening FOOL! Mind your own business! Do you want me to turn you into a FISH-FACE on LEGS?"
"Let me guess... OOOOH! THAT POOR CHIIILLLD!" The sorceress perfectly imitated the maid's voice in a mocking tone.
"WHAT KIND OF DEPRAVED, CRUEL MONSTER, COULD TREAT SUCH AN ADORABLE, INNOCENT, DEFENCELESS CHILD, SO POORLY?!"
"...HA! Do you really think that hearing THAT, is ENOUGH, to GUILT TRIP ME, INTO PASS-IVI-TY?!" Magica stepped forward with a wildly deranged expression on her face.
"...I think you should see a psychiatrist. You're clearly not mentally stable." Doofus' mother swiped back the remote without Magica noticing.
"BAH! How could some quack, PSYCHO mind FOOL, possibly HELP ME?"
"I don't even have a mind..."
"Now- Wait. Where's the remote?" Magica looked around before angrily glaring at the maid with her empty eye sockets.
"...If you PLEEEASE. The remote." The sorceress attempted to grab back the remote control, but was blocked by the maid.
"You need to stop De Spell. Look at her. She looks like she was hit by a bus after being beaten and robbed of her Halloween candy." The maid quickly dialed 'nine-one-one' on her phone and muted it while Magica wasn't looking.
"...Yeah, SO?" The sorceress turned back around and continued to fight for the remote.
"It doesn't take a genius to realize she hates this."
"Hate? Nonsense! She LOVES it!" Magica lied straight through her teeth.
"She's crying..." The maid spoke to her coldly.
"...Tears of joy no doubt."
Hearing their conversation, Webby opened her tired eyes in shock. Someone in the mansion was actually trying to defend her. The blurry world spun out of control around her as she watched then argue.
"You don't have to be a mother to realize what your doing is wrong. Nothing in the world could justify treating a child like this."
"Really NOW? Do you have any IDEA, how much trouble this irksome little FOOL has caused ME?" Magica clawed desperately for the remote, completely forgetting that she could use actual magic.
"I don't CARE..." The maid pulled the sorceress forward and stood courageously between her and Webby.
"I should have stood up to you much earlier THIS ENDS NOW." She dropped the remote control on the floor and crushed it underneath her foot.
"Don't worry sweetie! You're going home soon." She reassured the young duckling behind her as Magica burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
"DO- DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE UP AGAINST?!"
"I AM MAGICA DE SPELL! THE MOST POWERFUL- SORCERESS, IN THE MULTI-VERSE! AND YOU- You're just a lowly FOOL, that has had too much to EAT!"
"HOW- IN HADES' NAME, COULD YOU POSSIBLY TAKE MY NEW, PERSONAL SLAVE, AWAY FROM ME?!"
"...I called the police." The maid simply responded with her arms crossed.
The exaggerated hammy expression on Magica's face immediately transitioned to an equal mix of boredom, anger, and disbelief as the sound of sirens and the front door getting kicked open could be heard inside the mansion.
Slowly lifting up her hand, the sorceress casually snapped her skeleton fingers, releasing a powerful magic shockwave from within herself and instantly silencing the sirens and commotion of the police officers.
"Boom." She said before blowing the black smoke off her burning fingers.
"Like it never even happened..."
"...What- DID YOU DO-" The maid was interrupted by the soft pitter patter of Webby making a run for it, dragging her leash closely behind her back with her bill still tightly zipped up.
"-ow, ow, ow, ow."
"NOT, SO FAST- AUUGH!" As soon as Magica pulled out her wand to cast a spell at Webby, Doofus' mother pulled it away from her and tried to snap it in two.
"Impudent FOOL! I am MAGICA DE SPELL! THE- WAAHH!" The sorceress was quickly thrown over the maid's shoulder and onto the hard floor with a crash.
"You- you FOOL! You'll pay for THIS!" Magica tore off her tattered cape and threw it over the maid standing above her.
"...HA!" She snatched back her magic wand and began pelting her blind opponent with noxious knock-out smoke bombs.
"Suck smoke half-wit! AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"BUT that's not ALL!" The sorceress lifted the now unconscious maid high above her with her magic wand and held her in place.
Meanwhile, still dressed in a poor a imitation of a dog costume, Webby had once again located the front door of the Doofus Drake's mazelike mansion. Although every step was more and more painful for her, she made a final hopeful dash towards to wide open door leading outside.
"Hmmm-URK!" The young duckling's daring escape was promptly halted as a red magical aura held the end of her leash firmly in place behind her, constricting the collar dangerously tight around her neck.
"Careful now. You wouldn't want the CHOKE to death would you?" Magica telepathically spoke to Webby in a mocking tone and shut the door.
"Mmmmm-hhhmmmm." The duckling cried and pulled against the leash with all her strength, cutting off the air flow in her throat.
"You- You fool! You'll- You'll kill yourself that way." The sorceress lifted Webby into the air with her magic and let go of the leash.
"Hhhmmm! Hhmmm..." She let her head drop forward and closed her eyes before being instantly teleported back down against the wall in a red cloud of magic smoke.
"What is wrong with you child?! You should be cowering in terror in my presence, kicking and screaming for your very life!" Magica said as she summoned a piece of rope and bound Webby's short legs together.
"Hmmmm- Hhhmmm."
"There we go. Now perk up a bit and put on a good show for me will you?" She lightly slapped her face a few times before stepping back.
"...Ah-HEM." The sorceress paused and pulled out her wand, aiming it at Doofus' mother floating above her.
"Tortured souls and children to troll, turn this vexatious fool into a REMOTE CONTROL!"
"ABRA- DUCKABRA!" She swung the wand, casting the spell upwards as Webby watched silently in horror.
...
"With batteries included..." Magica let Doofus' mother drop into the empty palm of her hand.
"Don't worry. It's not like she's still sentient or anything. Well, heh heh- Hopefully."
"Hhhmmmm- Hhmmm!" The duckling tried her best to turn away as the sorceress brought the remote control close to her face.
"You ready?"
"Nuuhh- Hhhmmmm!" Webby shook her head this time as she struggled just to breathe.
"Aww, cheer up Webby. A little electricity never killed anyone." Magica spoke as she wiped away the duckling's tears.
"Hhhmmmm..."
"Hey hey hey! You must remain PAWS-itive Webby! A short thirty seconds of high-voltage electrical currents running through your little body is NOTHING to worry about... And this time, with no interruptions."
"Trust me. It'll be- completely worth it..."
"Three!"
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"Two!"
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"One."
...
With a subtle smug smirk, the sorceress finally pointed the remote control at the young duckling in front of her and then pressed the button down, shocking her with a constant, painful surge of electricity.
Unable to move or even speak, Webby tightly shut her eyes and began to count down the remaining seconds in her head as Magica callously burned her alive. Yet, her thoughts ended up trailing back to her best friend Lena.
'I wonder what Lena is doing right now. Bzzzzzt! AAAAH! Where are you guys?! Please get me outta here!'
"So anyways..." The sorceress continued to relentlessly shock her captive.
"Ms. Bark's son, don't remember what his name was. Grew up to become some kind of lame, electricity based supervillain, and then went on a rampage and ended up murdering his mother and younger sister."
Magica instantly lifted her skeleton thumb off the remote's button after a full thirty seconds had passed and slowly walked up to Webby.
"Guess what happened next?" She unzipped her bill and forced her to make close eye contact.
"...W-What?" She shut her eyes and turned her head away before the sorceress quickly turned it back.
"I dunno. They sent him to the electric chair I guess. BAH- AH-HAHAHAHAHA!" Magica cackled loudly in Webby's face at her own twisted wordplay.
"...Is- Is this all a joke to you?! I am a person! I have FEELINGS!" The duckling yelled and attempted to kick the sorceress away from her with her bound feet.
SLAP!
"-AAHH!"
"Look at my face Webby! Looketh at my FACE! ...Do I look like a person who cares?" Magica asked.
"No. You look like a shallow old hag that get beat to death with an ugly stick, and then got revived by a wasted necromancer..."
"-YOU! YOU LITTLE-" The inraged sorceress pulled back her right leg and kicked Webby right between the legs as hard as she could.
"That's two strikes already!" Magica held up a pair of shadowy fingers and waved them back and forth in front of the very pained duckling's face.
"One for being a smartass! And two for trying to run away!"
"One more strike, and I'm afraid I'll have to punish you, more severely..." She crouched down and roughly pinched her bruised cheeks.
"AND YOU WOULDN'T WANT THAT. WOULD YOU SWEETIE?" Magica tightly grabbed her bill and rapidly pulled her head left and right.
"Now then." The sorceress held Webby's feet still and got uncomfortably close to her face.
"Lick me..."
"...WHAAAAT?! Are you crazy?! I don't even know where you've been!" The duckling began to desperately struggle about before being choked back into silence with her leash.
"Well, since you're already playing the role of a cute little doggie today. And you know, cute little doggies like to lick people they like. You can get on better terms with me and prove your complete submission to your master."
"But re-member! No biting... Because I bite back, even HARD-ERRR." Magica showed off her sharpened teeth with a large, goofy smile.
"...Well, dogs don't talk. And they don't walk on two legs either. I SMELL a hypocrite." Webby spoke without spotting her own pun.
"There! you see? You're learning already! And don't forget, anything is PAW-sible with a little imagination..."
"No. I- I won't! You can't MAKE ME!" The duckling screamed into Magica's face.
"...Look, I've already been inside your entire body. I'd imagine touching me with your tongue is a little tame in comparison."
"I- I didn't agree to that! I didn't agree to ANY OF THIS!" Webby struggled to even speak with her collar ever tightening around her neck.
"Of course! That's why it's a kidnapping fool! Now be a good girl and do what you are told... Because I'm afraid-" The sorceress grabbed a hold of her tongue with her magic and stretched it far out of her mouth, pulling her head forward.
"-you have no choice in the matter..."
"Lllllllllllllhhh!"
"Or, I could give you a nice little magic tongue piercing and attach a cute little weight to it to hang out of your mouth."
"I'd say about. Hmmmmm... Five pounds, should be sufficient. I hear it's quite popular with the young ladies nowadays."
"Well, just the piercing I think. The weight will be special. Just for you..."
"LLLLhhh- Nhh-hhh-hhhh!" Webby shook her head the best she could with obvious dread filling her eyes.
"What? Couldn't hear you. You'll have to-"
"-Uh... Nuts! I can't think up a good dog pun for this."
"Oh! I got it! I got a great joke! ...Ahem." Magica dramatically paused before snapping her fingers, instantly summoning and a thick metal ring into the duckling's delicate tongue, leaving a small sturdy hole on the tip of it.
"I'm sorry, your free trial of clear speaking and a painless existence, has expired." The sorceress perfectly imitated a pre-recorded feminine voice and laughed, watching Webby struggle and breathe heavily against the wall.
"Ll-llhhh- Lhhh!"
"Oh don't worry Webby. It's not like it's going to get infected or anything..." Magica pulled out what looked like a miniature ball and chain and strapped it's hook through the duckling's tongue and locked it, weighing it painfully down out of her mouth.
"Ahhhh! Ahh- ow- ow-"
"There, perfect. That wasn't so bad was it? Let's try it out now shall we?" Magica finally let go of Webby's tounge with her magic and let it drop.
"Can you say... Onomonapia?!"
"Ahhnomonapiah?" The duckling managed to say, tilting her head in confusion with her tongue hanging awkwardly out of her mouth.
"Heh-heh. That's adorable." The sorceress chuckled to herself.
"Oh, and don't even think about trying to remove this-" She brought her hand to Webby's tongue and felt it between her fingers.
"-Because if you do, your tongue will just turn black and fall off..."
"Ahh hhhope you get struck bhh lhhightnin' burn thhh deahhth and die!" The duckling stared forward in anger.
"...I'll give you ONE, MORE chance." Magica lifted Webby up by her neck and spoke in a silent, tranquil fury.
"Tell me I'm pretty..."
"Oh you're pretty ahlright. Pretty ahhs ahh mhhug shot." She muttered crossly.
"...I think you've been slapped enough for today Webby. It's think it's about time we moved on to full-time punching and kicking in your, particularly sensitive spots."
"Wouldn't you AGREE, FOOL?!" Magica griped the duckling's neck tightly with both of her hands and began to squeeze and shake her about.
"But you DID last thirty seconds while being electrocuted, and I AM a sorceress of my word. So I guess we can hold off on your punishment for now and skip straight to your reward... Would you like that Webby?" The sorceress asked.
"Blahhh- Uhhh-" Webby breathed and silently nodded her head, slightly lifting her weight up and down by her tounge.
"Good..." Magica calmy stood her young prisoner onto the floor and untied her legs.
"Wah- Wah-"
"I'm sorry. Didn't quite catch that."
"Wah- Wahter." She continued to breathe slowly.
"You'll get some eventually. Now c'mon! Be the obiedent little slave you were hatched to be and follow me. I grow tired of this drab hallway..."
Magica smirked and smacked Webby on the rear before lifting up the weight attached to her tongue with her hand and jerked it forwards.
"-AAAAHH! Ahhh!"
"Can't do much to stop the pain in your feet, but at least if you keep up a decent pace with me, your tongue won't hurt as much. Maybe..."
The sorceress slowy turned around and began to fast walk down the hall, leading the unwilling duckling towards her reward. At this point, she wished she had just licked Magica instead.
After a short, painful dash through the darkened eerie mansion, Webby suddenly stopped in front of a slightly cracked open door, letting Magica pull her hard onto the floor by her tongue.
"Ahhhhh! Ow- Ow..."
"Heh-heh, stupid fool. You mustn't be thinking clearly. You wanna tear your own tongue out?" She asked.
"No- no..." Webby slowly turned her head towards the door she was lying beside and sneezed.
"Mhh- Mhhaster Mhhagicah? Plhhease- chhould I use- thh bathhroom?"
"...Well, you're dark little heart's in the right place. But I'm afraid you can't."
"You're BARKing, up the wrong TREE."
"You see, I already gave you several chances to go earlier with those cute black shorts of yours. I thought that if I wasn't going to allow you to go the little girl's room, the LEAST I could do was give you, something to relieve yourself in, instead of the carpet or a chair, since you don't normally wear pants anyway..."
"I mean, it's adorable sure, but not very, sanitary... After all, mistakes happen. No need to, TERRIER-self up about it!" Magica laughed loudly at her own joke and slapped her skeleton knees.
"Except, in one condition." The sorceress paused before sitting Webby upwards and staring straight into her eyes.
"Curse..."
"...Fuc-"
"NOT THAT KIND OF CURSE!" Magica tightly clamped Webby's bruised bill shut.
"CURSE- the day Scrooge McDuck was hATChed... Curse the very hour! The very minute! Curse the lives of every past and living member of Clan McDuck!
"Curse his entire PATHETIC, WORTHLESS family!"
"...And I'll let you go."
"I'll untie you and let you go to the bathroom, all by yourself, without looking over your shoulder."
"And as a bonus, I'll take that painful weight off your tongue without it shriveling up. I'll take the curse off your feet, I'll let you get a good night of sleep, I'll conjure up anything you could possibly want to eat or drink. I'll even return you to your original age, without you going through puberty."
"...Because if I find one drop, one singular drop of your little, tinkle tinkles at the bottom of this suit, you'll be in a whole new world of hurt."
"I mean, this suit is rented after all..."
"...Ahhnd ah suhppose you renhted ah life tooh... Cahuse you ahbviously never hhad one BEFORE! Nrrghh!"
Webby looked Magica square in the face and swung her head upwards, violently hitting the sorceress under her bill with the heavy ball strapped to her tongue and knocking her backwards.
"WHAAAAT-"
"Rrrrrgh... Rraaaawhhh!" The duckling somehow managed to jump to her feet and charge straight towards the very surprised Magica De Spell in front of her. Quickly running around her at full speed, she began kicking her hard in the shins.
"AAH- WHAA- FOOL-" The sorceress tried to focus on casting a spell, but only managed to turn her head into an oversized grape.
"AAHH- FOOL-OOL-OOL-OOL!"
"Ahh take it back! You'll never be my MAHHSTER!"
"-Nngh!" Webby kicked Magica in the stomach.
"Ah'll never betrahy Uncle Scrooge!"
"-Nnggh!" Webby headbutted Magica to the floor.
"Ahhncient spirts of Clahhn McDuck, mahh my sacrifice not be in vahin!" She leapt onto her fallen enemey's back and began repeatedly jumping on her as hard as she could.
"-NAAAHH! I- WON'T- BE..."
SNAP!
Magica snapped her fingers, instantly freezing Webby in space above her, leaving her conscious in the air and only able to move her eyes.
"...A little feisty aren't we?" She crawled out from underneath the duckling and stood up after turning her head back to normal.
"Again Webby. Of all the little fools I've ever met, you're easily the most foolish little fool of all of them."
"Can't you see? It's hopeless. You CAN'T- BEAT- ME. With just a SNA-AP, of my fingers, reality itself, will bend to my will..."
Magica circled around Webby a couple of times with her wand behind her back, stopping every now and then to spitefully strike her on the rear with it.
"...I think it's about time I REALLY punished you Webby." The sorceress stopped in front of the duckling's frozen face and smirked.
"Because, apparently. I've been way too soft on you..."
Magica used her wand to move Webby and the ball attached to her tongue to the perfect height and finally let gravity take over, still holding the ball frozen in the air above her and hanging her full body weight from her pierced tongue.
"NNNNHHH- NNNNNNNNHHH! The young duckling screamed and cried with tears in her eyes as she tried her best to clearly beg for Magica to let her down.
"UHHNCLE SCROOGE! GRAHHNNY! LENAHH! MAGICA, PLEASE!" Webby kicked and struggled about as Magica subjected her to the worst pain she had ever experienced.
"Heh-heh... Fool."
"No matter how much you cry, no matter how loud you scream, no one will hear you and no one will come to save you. Everyone that you thought loved and cared about you has abandoned you."
"And to think... All this could have been avoided, if you just weren't so FOOLISHLY committed to a family that couldn't give a DAMN ABOUT YOU." Magica struck Webby's face with the back of her fist and pointed her finger towards her chest.
"So you just HANG there for a couple of hours and contemplate on that, FOOL!" The sorceress magically levitated herself in a laid-back position in the air and watched as Webby hung silently before her from her tongue.
"...Well?! Do something already! You're somehow managing to make torture of all things, BORING!"
"Kick! Scream! Moan in pain! Satisfy ME! Just do ANY-THING!"
"Maaah- Hhhhnn-" The duckling shut her eyes and continued to somehow remain calm.
"...I know. I'll wrap you up in plastic wrap and hang you in the freezer. Making you a, PUP-sicle! Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
"No, WAIT! I'll stuff dirty cottonballs down your throat and pour boiling water on your face. Ah-ha-ha!"
"No, WAIT! I'll tear out your tail feathers and make you a sacrificial headdress."
"HA! So many choices. What should we do first?"
"NHHHH- Hmm-hhmmmm!" Webby cried as she struggled to untie her wrists from behind her back.
"Okay FIIIINE. I'll cut you some slack." Magica frowned and snapped her fingers, letting her captive drop to the floor onto her side.
"...Ah freaking hate you." She spoke with her tongue lying limply on the floor.
"Likewise Webbigail. Likewise..." The sorceress crouched down close to her.
"Ah'm- Ah'm not evehhn worth your time! Just- KILL ME ahlready you COWAHRD!"
"...Listen fool. I'm selfish, I know. But to keep you mine and ONLY MINE, I will do everything I need to do to keep you safe and secure."
"The collar, the leash. Well, I was worried that you might try to run away or something." Magica pulled on Webby's collar and tightened it.
"Killing you at this point, well... that would be giving you sweet mercy."
"You mahonster... You ma-"
"Silence SLAVE!" The sorceress slapped Webby hard across the face.
"You have no right to your own life! And if you try to leave me, I'll KILL whoever stands in my way, so nobody else can have you..."
"...Ahfter Uhncle Scrooge rescues me ahnd kicks your butt, ah'm going tooh testhify tooh the court ahbout everything you've done tooh me. They'll make you pahhy." The duckling seethed from inside her pet cone.
"Yeah. So? What can they do to me? Put me on death row? I'm already dead remember?" Magica knocked on Webby's head with her fist.
"Aahf couhrse ah rehmember! Whhat do youh think? Ahh'm naaht ahhh- ahh- AaahCHOOahh! Webby sneezed as she awkwardly struggled to speak clearly.
"Heh-heh. So cute..." Magica whispered to herself and ran her hand down the duckling's chest, eventually grabbing between her legs again.
"-Aaahh! AAAHH! MAHGICA! PLEASE DON'T-"
"Oop! Sorry!" The sorceress quickly pulled her hand away from Webby.
"I was just checking if you had, wet yourself yet..."
"Ahh'm naat ah bahby!" She spoke with her tongue still hanging out of her bill.
"Plhease just leave me ahlone!"
"Now Webby. I understand that me touching you in... certain places might make you a little uncomfortable. But you're just going to have to get used to it."
"But since YOU DID say ANYWHERE but there, and that my name is literally written on them, I couldn't imagine touching your feet for a while wouldn't be so bad..."
Magica roughly flipped Webby onto her stomach and grabbed her webbed feet, holding them upwards in her hands. The duckling began to panic, quickly realizing what the sorceress was planning to do to her.
"Mahgica no! No more tickling! Thaht'll mahke me wet mahhyself for sure!" She desperately kicked her legs close to Magica's face.
"...Really now? You seemed to like it a lot earlier. What's the matter Webby? Would rather have me touch you SOMEWHERE ELSE?" Magica mocked.
"UHHH- If you reahlly don't want me to do something, why are you trying to force me to do IT?!"
"I could have worn those shorts underneath this STUHPID, ITCHY, DOG SUIT!" Webby yelled backwards in anger.
"...You're absolutely right Webby."
"Torturing you like this when you have a full little bladder like that. That would be, just cruel..." Magica smirked.
"...Buht you're gohnna do it anyway, ahren't you?" The duckling asked with audible spite in her voice.
"...Noooope!" Magica shook her head and laid Webby's feet on the floor.
"What? Why ahhre you-"
"Okay. Up we go." The sorceress lifted the confused duckling onto her feet and gently patted her head.
"You're- You're naht gonna- Ahhh!" Webby was suddenly jerked forward by her tongue.
"You're reward is waiting for you, remember?" The sorceress stroked the duckling underneath her bill in friendly way and quickly tied a blindfold over her eyes.
"-Ahh! Ah KNEW IT! You where trying to lead me into a fahlse sense of securhity!" Webby struggled and blindly kicked in front of her.
"Now Webby... Don't you trust me?" Magica stood up and slowly led the duckling through the mansion.
"...Just follow me."
"As I said before, it'll all be worth it..."
Five minutes later.
...
"-Ahh."
...
"-Ahh."
...
"-Ahhh!"
"Well, we're here!" Magica pulled her blind captive forward with one final tug and then let the weight attached to her tongue fall.
"Aaaahhh- Ahhh- Ahh!"
"Sur-prise! What do you think?" The sorceress asked, resting her hand of Webby's soft, feathered head.
"Ahh- Ah'm still blahndfolhded!" The ducking struggled the speak.
"You see? You're not ALL DUMB. HA!" Magica laughed and slapped Webby hard on the back of the head.
"-AHHH! AHH!"
"Oh, suck it up pink... Now be a good girl and sit for me will ya?"
"You'll get a delicious tree-eeeeat." A familiar voice spoke to the duckling from the dark, silent world all around her.
Standing perfectly still with her blindfold still tied over her eyes, Webby held her breath and let her dog tag jingle softly from underneath her neck.
"...Lleenah?"