The Humiliation of Being Rori Eua
Eua had lost count of the days since she’d first come here long ago. In truth, with the damage her memory device had taken, she could barely remember how she found her way here in the first place. Every day, she’d undergo the same tortures, but was barely able to retain them. Sometimes, she tried to pretend she had always been here, to make it easier, to accept that this was normal.
But she knew it wasn’t. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t where she was supposed to be. This was hell. She could never forget that, in the vast sea of fragments, more possibilities existed than anyone could imagine, and somehow, she had ended up here.
The broad strokes, she remembered. After her horn had been cracked by that failure and she’d been reduced to this form, Eua had put on a brave face and flown off into the sea of fragments. She remembered the defiant face of her opponent; she remembered laughing her off despite the anxiety bubbling in her gut, but after she made her departure, things got blurry. Thanks to her broken horn, her memories of the sea of fragments were suddenly inaccessible, and what should’ve been familiar to a creator witch became terrifying, like she had piled dozens of other people’s lives into her head and was living them all at once.
Maybe for self-protective purposes, she didn’t remember what happened in that abyss, or how long she was there. But she remembered how it ended. She remembered that every single time she woke up, because it was always the same. Every. Single. Time.
Her horn. Her memory device. In the blackness, it spluttered, then began to hum, filling the sleeping Eua with a batch of information that roused her from slumber. Her name: missing. Her identity: witch. A creator witch, older than many universes. An image flashed through Eua’s drowsy mind, of a tall, beautiful woman with long purple hair and a relaxed, haughty demeanour, dressed in fine priestess robes with a green sash over her shoulder. She was a person exuding power and intelligence. This is you, implied the device. And every single time, she believed it, however briefly.
Then, the device would rapidly begin to malfunction, and stutter, and finally crash, and that inner warmth would disappear.
“Wakey-wakey, Auau!”
If she were lucky, that daydream would last for more than a few minutes before someone shook her awake or she was subjected to that high-pitched voice. And every time, the brief certainty of her identity would inspire Eua to reckless action.
“Who are you calling Auau, auauuuuuuu?” Eua groaned, and immediately knew that something was wrong. Her voice: not deep, not haughty, not commanding, not even womanly. A child’s voice, squeaky and annoying, complaining that mama was waking her up too early. And involuntarily, she’d made that stupid noise. She cleared her throat. “My voice? What’s wrong with my voice?”
“That’s you, Auau!” came the voice again, and reluctantly, Eua opened her eyes to see the object of her misery in front of her, dressed in her usual miko outfit. It was her! She could never forget that face!
“Hanyuu…!”
“Uh-uh!” Hanyuu bopped Eua on the head. “You have to call me Hanyuu-oneesan, Auau. Lady Bernkastel said so!”
“Auuuuuu! I shall do no such thing, failure!” Smirking at how the failure underestimated her, Eua tried to growl, but it came out as a squeal. “Impudent worm! Just wait till I—” She threw herself out of bed, intending to tear Hanyuu’s face off, and fell straight to the ground. What the…? How big was this bed?
Hanyuu pulled Eua up by her arm, easily overpowering her squirms. “Bad Auau! Don’t talk back to Hanyuu-nee!”
Eua froze, gawking up at the little idiot, who was now above eye level to her. She tried to speak coolly, tried to exercise that calm, sophisticated arrogance she was meant to possess, but her device only clicked and spluttered the harder she tried to think, and her confusion overcame her.
“Wawawawa, auauauau!”
“Now, now, Auau,” said Hanyuu, “I know you’re a bit simple! But I’m sure if you look around, you’ll remember who I am!”
Eua, whose mind was literally malfunctioning, could only focus on the immediate. “B-But, but! I’m taller and bigger than you, auau!” She stood on her tiptoes, not quite matching Hanyuu’s height. “Taller, bigger! I’m a witch, auauau!”
“Shh, baby Auau, shh,” said Hanyuu in a singsong voice. “Just look at yourself, look around the room…”
Dumbly, Eua looked at her hands. Her hands? Her delicate hands, with chewed nails and stubby fingers. Her tiny, tiny, way too tiny hands!
Eua screamed. It wasn’t the room that was big. She had shrunk! She was a child! A tiny child! The voluptuous body and fine robes were nowhere to be seen! Instead, she was naked but for a flimsy pink negligee that barely concealed her flat prepubescent chest, and a pair of childish little panties with a cartoon duck on them. She looked frantically between the girly pink bed and her diminished body as her horn coughed up disparate images of the things that she’d endured in this place, and finally, the distant but painful memory of her defeat.
And just like every single morning, she thought she could reverse it.
“I’ll kill you, Hanyuuuuu!” squeaked the reduced Eua, trying to slap her hated enemy with her free arm. Hanyuu caught it easily and held it fast. For the first time, Eua felt fear as she writhed under Hanyuu’s stony look of reproach. Realising that her opponent was bigger and stronger than her, with an unfamiliar, pathetic feeling welling up in her tummy, like a child scolded by her mother, Eua screwed up her face and did what every spoiled brat does when she doesn’t get her way: she threw a tantrum.
Stomping her tiny bare feet and wailing, Eua struggled helplessly in Hanyuu’s grasp as the latter looked on coldly. “Waaaaaaaa! Waaaaaa! Hanyuu, lemme go, auauau! Die, Hanyuu, die, you’re dumb, you’re a loser, you’re a failure failure failure! Auauauauauuuuuuuuu! Uwaaaaah!” Inside of her, a part of Eua cried out: What’s wrong with me? Why am I doing this? But her personality had been distorted and reduced along with her body, and her emotions were as immature as her appearance, maybe even more so. Rather than embodying that creator witch of her imagination, she clung to it like a fantasy as tears poured uncontrollably down her cheeks and babyish squalling escaped her mouth.
“What is all this noise?” Another all too familiar voice. “Hanyuu, is little Auau stroppy again this morning?”
“Auau! My name’s not Auau!” cried Eua impulsively, snapping out of her fit. She turned to see who had entered the bedroom and experienced a familiar sinking feeling at the sight of an elegant young lady with long blue hair, clad in a gothic black-and-white dress—and, as if to contrast her, a blonde girl in gaudy pink with candy-themed accessories and embroidery.
The gothic girl, who had been the source of the voice, arched her eyebrow. “And what is it your name?”
Eua felt her confidence plunge as the assertiveness of the new arrival threw her off. “…I-I don’t know,” she mumbled. “All I remember is, uh, ‘Eua’, auau…”
“Euaauau?” repeated the blonde. “Hehehehe, so you are Auau, right? What kind of a name is that, anyway?”
“N-No, I—”
“Auau,” said the first girl. “Do you remember my name?”
“Ri-Ri—” Eua frowned as bits of information returned to her. “Be-Bernkastel?”
“Lady Bernkastel to you, Auau.”
“And you’re…” Eua squinted at the smirking blonde. “Lambdadelta?” Lambdadelta looked probingly at her. “L-Lady Lambdadelta?”
“Good, good,” said Bernkastel. “I know you’re a bit stupid, but we can only go through this routine so many times. I’ve long since given up on seeing you carry yourself with more decorum, but if you can’t go a morning without disturbing me there will be consequences.”
Eua’s temper flared up again at the word “stupid” and her face returned to its infantile expression of rage, unable to acknowledge how impotent she looked—how impotent she was. “I’m not stupid! I’m a witch! I’m older and smarter than all of you, auau!”
Bernkastel waved her off. “Hanyuu, do something about this. She needs a little punishment.”
“Hanyuu?” Eua glanced fearfully at the girl still holding her in place. “No, no,” she said. “Hanyuu is just a part of me, auau, just a failure. A failure! She did this to me.” She fixed Bernkastel and Lambdadelta with an imploring look. “It’s her fault I’m like this. I don’t need punishment, auau. If you help me, I’ll, uh, be in your debt as a great creator witch?” Eua bit her lip, painfully aware of how limited her ability to express herself had become. She was still an adult woman—she just couldn’t remember the big words!
Bernkastel only laughed, so Lambdadelta spoke up. “A failure? Yes, Hanyuu certainly is. No doubt about it. She’s like our cute little sister, dumb but friendly. But you shouldn’t be so quick to judge her. You know why?”
“Why?”
Lambda leaned in, her eyes widening with obvious sadistic glee. “Because when you first showed up, we were just delighted to have a little puppy appear on our doorstep. But it was Hanyuu who said that was wrong, that you should join our little family as a full member, even though you’re completely worthless. So what did we decide on, Hanyuu?”
Eua slowly turned back to Hanyuu, who seemed to loom over her. “I wanted you to be my little baby sister instead!” Hanyuu’s words stung, but as Eua looked into her eyes, she was horrified to find no fear, no intrigue, not even curiosity, but only condescending pity. “And Lady Lambdadelta said that if I could make sure you were a good little baby, I could take responsibility for taking care of you! But if you don’t behave, you’ll be demoted to just being our dog. So that’s why you gotta call me Hanyuu-oneesan!”
“That’s right,” said Lambdadelta. “If it weren’t for Hanyuu, you wouldn’t be wearing those clothes or sleeping in a bed. You’d be living as our pet 24/7! Always naked, shitting in a litter box, and sleeping on the floor.”
“No, no, no!” cried Eua. “You’re trying to trick me, you nasty—bad—mean witches! You should be listening to me! I’m really powerful, auau!”
“Hanyuu, get on with it. I think her clothes privilege is gone for the day anyway,”
“Nooooo, don’t touch me! Auau! Auau!” Eua tried to squirm away as Hanyuu’s fingers locked around her negligee and pulled it off, effortlessly forcing the smaller girl’s arms up and exposing her sexless body, her childish flatness and slight pot belly. Sweat beaded on her chest and in her armpits as Eua felt the eyes of the room on her shrunken little body. Her tiny nipples hardened and, feeling naughty and anxious, she covered them up, as though there was something to hide. Then Hanyuu went for her panties.
“Don’t take ‘em, Hanyuu! You’ll regret this! You’ll regret this, auau!” Eua clung to the babyish duckie panties that were the last vestige of her dignity, but Hanyuu’s superior strength won out, and the self-proclaimed creator witch was finally denuded, falling on her cute backside as Hanyuu pulled the underwear over skinny legs and desperately kicking little feet. Eua’s hand shot down to hide her bare pussy, while the panties were dutifully handed over for confiscation to Bernkastel, who inspected them at arm’s length.
“Yellow stains—dear, dear… perhaps incontinence should be added to your list of deficiencies…”
Then, as abruptly as she’d fallen down, Eua was hoisted back up by Hanyuu and pulled towards the bed. “What are you doing now?” she cried. “Lemme go! Lemme go, you dumb failure! You insuborbanet—insuburban—rude girl!”
“I’m sorry, Auau,” said Hanyuu firmly. “But I have to be a good big sister. Over my lap.”
Understanding what was happening to her, Eua resumed her sobbing and tried to break Hanyuu’s grip again, but she was already tired and it seemed as though Hanyuu had limitless strength. Before she knew what was happening, Hanyuu was sitting on the edge of the bed and had her over her lap, even as she continued to howl and spit incoherent curses.
Every single morning, the creator witch inside of Eua awoke once again. And every single morning, she was broken down until Eua could scarcely believe she had ever been anything but a naked little brat with developmental and behavioural problems: a useless, weak little girl at the bottom of the totem pole, who fantasized about having power over Hanyuu, the creature one step above her. Sometimes that horrifying realization happened gently. More often, it happened like this: with Eua’s pale little butt, small and undeveloped, at the mercy of the one who had reduced her to this infantile state. Her hairless pussy, on display to Bernkastel and Lambdadelta, was likewise devoid of mature, adult characteristics. Eua knew that she had once possessed a woman’s body and a woman’s sex, that she had been tall and ravishing; but now her innocent cunny made Hanyuu look positively grown-up.
SMACK
“Nooooo!” The first blow was more painful than Eua expected. Still the invulnerable creator witch in her mind, she was unused to the physical weakness of her tender, shivering body, its childish sensitivity to punishment. Immediately, Eua started up kicking and writhing again, but Hanyuu kept her pinned.
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“Stop! Stop it, Hanyuuuu! Auau, please stop!”
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Eua’s butt was quickly becoming as red as her chubby cheeks. Tears and snot dribbled over her face in an undignified manner; like a wayward toddler, she beat her little fists into Hanyuu’s leg and screamed. Her tantrum before had been the uppity response of a privileged brat to being put in her place; this, on the other hand, was the desperation of an inferior creature trying to escape punishment, the full knowledge dawning on Eua that she really wasn’t any kind of witch anymore but the littlest and brattiest baby of all. Her outbursts and retorts weren’t the pithy and elegant rejoinders of old and experienced conversationalist, but the irritating whines of a weak, stupid girlchild far too used to getting her own way.
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“Shtoppit shtoppit shtoppit! I hate you I hate you Hanyuu I hate youauauauauauauauauuuuuu!”
Perhaps Eua had never been a witch. Perhaps she had made it up to cope with the subjection of her own useless existence by projecting it onto Hanyuu. After all, if Hanyuu were really a useless failure, a clueless embarrassment whom everyone teased and bullied, then what did that make Eua? These were the horrible thoughts that ran through Eua’s mind as her little body tired itself out and flopped over Hanyuu’s lap to endure the awful pain and humiliation of her new big sister’s spanking, sweat coating her shapeless figure, from skinny shoulders down to lithe, trembling legs and dripping from her tiny pink toes.
Presently Hanyuu pulled Eua up and looked down at her sternly. “Now, then, what to you saying to your big sis?”
Eua looked reproachfully at Hanyuu, her mind ringing. Between her broken horn, her sore behind, and the intense humiliation of feeling just like the naked child she was, with three clothed grown-ups staring her down, it was like her brain just wasn’t functioning right. Even parsing what people were saying took some effort.
“I don’t wanna shay anyfing to you…” Eua mumbled.
SMACK
“Auauau! Ah’m sowwy!”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Auau! Ah’m sowwy, Hanyuu-oneesan! Ah’m sowwy, auau!” Eua knew she wasn’t speaking right but her head just hurt when she tried to think.
“Good girl,” said Hanyuu, patting Eua’s head condescendingly.
“I think your big sister deserves a little more than that!” cried Lambdadelta. “Tell her that you won’t forget your place beneath her again! Tell her that you’re not a witch, just a stupid baby!”
“I don’t wanna do that—”
“Do it, stupid baby,” cut in Bernkastel. “Or we’ll do worse.”
With her butt still glowing red, Eua immediately folded at the threat of punishment. “I won’t f-forget that I’m b-beneath you again, Hanyuu-oneesan,” she muttered. “An’ I’m-I’m not a witch, just a stupid baby.”
“Louder!” said Lambdadelta. “That last part! Tell us you’re sorry for telling lies and say it louder!”
Eua clenched her fists and pouted. “Grrrrr! Notta lie! Notta lie! Auau!”
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“Sowwy!” Eua hopped on the spot, clutching her butt. “Sowwy fo’ lying! Auau’s not a witch! Auau’s not a witch! Jus’ a baby! A stoopid baby! Sowwy, Hanyuu-oneesan!” Considering her dishevelled appearance, her thick purple hair mussed up and her face streaked with tears, snot, and drool, Eua's statements seemed quite natural.
“Yes, yes,” said Hanyuu. “That’s right. Good girl.”
“Honestly, what a troublesome child.” Looking bored, Bernkastel tugged at Lambdadelta’s sleeve. “I think I’ve seen enough. We’ll get our playtime with the little runt later.”
An ominous sensation came over Eua as she heard the word “playtime”, but she said nothing as the pair exited the room. Hanyuu hummed happily and patted Eua again.
“Why can’t you be so well-behaved all the time, Auau? Well, it seems like you have some kind of mental handicap, so I guess you need more discipline than the average kid…”
Eua barely registered Hanyuu’s words, her mental fog so great that she couldn’t even remember what the big words meant. It was because of the memory devil—demon—de-de-de—her horn. Why wasn’t her horn working? Oh, yes, Hanyuu broke it…but was Hanyuu her enemy, or her big sister? As Hanyuu spoke, Eua’s thumb drifted to her mouth and she sucked on it absently. All she knew was that nothing was right, and she was a grown-up witch no matter how many big words Hanyuu-oneesan used. There was no way, she thought, it can get worse than this.
Of course, she was wrong. Every single morning, it got worse again. Every single morning, the dignity of a great witch was restored to Eua, a dignity that she could never again manifest, but only gaze upon from afar, as she was doing at that moment: a small, dull-eyed, thumb-sucking child, naked and crying, her broken, diminished mind dreaming of fantastical ways to punish her mean big sis. Ignorance would have been bliss.
“Auau, where is our tea?”
The voice of Bernkastel made Eua jump, and she nearly knocked over one of the small china cups that sat on the bench before her, full to the brim with expensive black tea. “Coming, Lady Bernkastel…”
Although the two witch lovers had permitted Hanyuu to treat Eua as a little sister, things were different when it was their playtime. Eua wasn’t allowed to wear clothes around them, except for a collar, whose leash was presently being held by Lambdadelta’s careless hand. The line reached across the room from the witches’ table, where a small chessboard was set up, to the bench where Eua was pouring the tea.
It was a humiliation that was ever-present: Bernkastel and Lambdadelta in their frilly and decorative dresses, the height of elegance—Eua naked as a baby except for the mark of her servitude, the immaturity of her form always on exhibit as a reminder of her failure. It never became easy—her whole body flushed with embarrassment whenever the witches looked at her shapeless, knock-kneed legs, her washboard chest. Was it possible for thighs to blush? It certainly felt that way whenever Bernkastel turned her mocking gaze at the pale, hairless little mound between her skinny appendages. Her pathetic state of complete exposure, like some kind of dirty exhibitionist brat, forced her to relive the moment of her downfall: the adult witch in her mind’s eye regressing, the large, womanly breasts deflating into sexless pinpricks—the long, sensuous legs of a woman atrophying into a child’s stubby sticks. She had nowhere to hide from her own worthless existence, even in her mind.
Trembling, Eua approached the witches’ table and placed the tray of tea before the pair, who were leering at her with some amusement.
“You’ve overfilled the cups, idiot,” said Bernkastel. “Can you do nothing right? Auau?”
“S-Sorry…auau…”
Bernkastel raised the cup to Eua. “Why don’t you take a sip off the top?”
“A sip?”
“You’re claim to be a mighty creator witch, right?” Bernkastel looked at her with mocking, penetrating eyes. “We witches love to drink tea and talk about our games and entertainment. Be grateful I’m letting have a taste of this blend.”
What Bern was saying sounded right, and yet… Eua couldn’t shake a bad feeling in her tummy. Tentatively, she rocked forward on the balls of her little feet, putting her lips to the cup, and taking a little sip. A hot, bitter liquid filled her mouth and she backed off, swallowing the nasty fluid quickly and coughing, her eyes watering as she tried to expel the aftertaste. Laughing, Lambda jerked her leash, pulling Eua back to the table.
“Ahahahaha! You fall for it every time!”
“Wh-What did you do?” asked Eua. “Did you put something funny in it?”
“You don’t like?” Bernkastel took a sip herself. “Tastes fine to me, Auau. I thought you liked tea.”
“I do!”
“This is totally normal black tea, Auau,” said Lambdadelta, drinking from her own cup with a sound of satisfaction and flourish of the hand. “Are you sure you aren’t just pretending you used to be a witch?”
“Auauau…auau…” Eua reddened with anger, but kept herself under control, her tiny fists balled. “…I yam a witch.”
“No, you’re not.” Bern gave a catlike yawn. “You’re a brat, with a brat’s tongue. Every few days we go through this routine. I don’t know if you’d be more or less boring if your broken sieve of a mind could retain memories for more than a few hours.”
Eua tried to speak up, wracking her brain to match Bernkastel’s vocabulary and wit. But she was a child looking for adult words, and none would come. “B-B-But I wea—I really yam a witch! You’re wrong! Don’t call me brat! You’re just bein’—you’re bein’—so mean and rude!”
“Don’t feel bad about it, Auau!” said Lambdadelta. “I just love candy! Well, I’m partial to more refined flavors too, but it’s only right a baby like you should have a baby’s palate, right? Hot milk is more your style, kiddo.” She flicked a konpeitou candy at the fuming, cherry-red child, and it bounced off her forehead.
“I don’t wanna candy!” insisted Eua. “I don’t want milk!”
“How discourteous of you, brat,” said Bern, “to reject a gift from your mistress. And to talk back to her too. Get down and eat that candy, immediately.”
“Y-Yes, Lady Bernkastel!” Eua squeaked, shrinking under the pressure as her expression shifted rapidly to panic. The steel in Bernkastel’s voice wiped out her anger and sent pangs of fear through her palpitating heart. She quickly lowered herself to the dirty floor of the parlor and sucked up the small, pink candy. A revitalizing, sugary taste flooded her mouth and her eyes widened with excitement despite herself. It was like pure energy fizzing through her, and she wanted more. It was a dumb, simple kind of feeling.
“Good, right?” asked Lambdadelta.
“…Yes.” Tears beaded in Eua’s eyes as she stared at the floor.
“Better than tea, isn’t it? What do you say?”
“Uhm…auauuu…thank you, Lady Lambdadelta.”
“Don’t bother getting up,” said Bernkastel. “Just raise yourself to a crawling position…yes, like so.” In an elegant motion, she threw out her legs to rest her feet on Eua’s back. Her slim arms trembled a little, but Bernkastel’s feet weren’t particularly heavy.
“Good. You’d make an awful witch, Auau, but at least you make an acceptable footrest.”
As the nude Eua quivered under Bernkastel’s heels, the witches discussed their games in the sea of fragments. Such things were a matter of course for a witch, which is why it was such a pity that Eua could barely keep up with the conversation—not that she was permitted to speak. Familiar words were used—words like “fragments” and “pieces”—but they were arranged in long, difficult sentences full of grown-up words and syntax. So long as Eua was alone, she could entertain the idea that her little body was only a physical setback, that the mind of a witch still lived in her. But even if it did exist, even if that personality wasn’t broken and corrupted, it was sealed and inaccessible to the bare-assed brat shivering on the floor of the witches’ parlor, unidentifiable as anything but a simple-minded child.
Blushing with rage and embarrassment, little loli Eua arched her back under Bernkastel’s feet, her sweaty, naked little ass pointed up impertinently, and did her best to listen to the adult witches as they talked and joked nonchalantly, occasionally mentioning “the little brat” or “the idiot child who lost so bad she turned retarded” in an offhanded fashion like she wasn’t even there. She tried and tried to think like a grown-up witch—tried to parse what Bern and Lambda were talking about—but, understanding nothing, could only dig her fingers into the floor with the impotent frustration of a little girl who knows she’s being left out.
When it was Hanyuu’s turn to feed Eua, she’d usually try to be a “good big sis” and prepare her a healthy meal. When it was Lambdadelta’s turn, it was a roulette that could land anywhere from a plate of rich, decadent cakes to a giant basin of maple syrup, which Eua was naturally expected to finish. But when it was Bernkastel’s turn, dinner was always the same.
“That’s right, Auau. Bottom up.”
They were in the witches’ rec room. Bernkastel leered down at the naked Eua, pulling at her leash painfully to force the little girl to look at her. Eua was positioned awkwardly on the floor, her head near the ground and her legs fully extended and spread apart so her little butt was up in the air and her bald pussy was on display to the room. She pushed up on her tiptoes, wiggling her ass lewdly to demonstrate her obedience, but even so, her eyes were full of defiance as she glared at Bernkastel.
“What’s that look, brat?”
Eua shook her head. “Nothing, Lady Bernkastel.”
Bernkastel stepped back and upturned a can in her free hand in front of Eua. Cheap, chunky dog food splattered to the floor, peppering Eua’s indignant face with brown flecks. “In that case, dinner is served.”
Gritting her teeth, Eua lowered her face again, but Bern pulled up the leash. “Ah-ah. What do you say?”
“Th-Thank you, Lady Bernkastel.” Grimacing, Eua began to eat the dog food off the floor, wincing at the gross taste. Her sloppy uncoordinated bites soon covered her face with sauce, increasing the childishness of her appearance. Meanwhile, Bern walked around to Eua’s backside and raised a hand.
“What an embarrassing little runt you are.”
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Eua moaned and snuffled, trying not to react to the pain as she gobbled up the only nourishment she was going to receive from Bern. Her ass, blushing pink, remained up in the air, vulnerable to her captors.
“Finish quickly. I hate to see such unrefined manners.”
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“Auau! Yeth, Lady Bernkathel!” Eua hurriedly stuffed her mouth with the remaining dog food, coughing as she tried to force it down. “I’m finished! I’m finished!”
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“Au!”
“Stop shouting.” Bern sighed, rolling her eyes. “Children should be seen and not heard.”
“Oh, Bern!” Lambda laughed as she approached her lover. “I always love to see you so merciless.”
“You’re ready, Lambda?” Bern circled back around Eua, tracing a finger down her back, slick with sweat from an afternoon acting as the witches’ (literal) furniture. Lambdadelta took her position at Eua’s ass, removing her gloves with a smirk.
This was always the routine on Bernkastel days.
With her soft, slender fingers, Lamdbadelta became to rub Eua’s exposed pussy, eliciting a squeal from the little girl. Bernkastel crouched down and tugged at the leash so that Eua was looking at her again. Bern smirked down at the child’s teary eyes, her stained chubby cheeks giving her the appearance of a toddler trying to feed herself. As Lamdba stimulated her pussy, Bernkastel talked.
“Look at you,” she began in a venomous whisper, “you’re barely fit to call yourself a sentient being now. You probably don’t even know why it brings me such joy to torment you, do you? Pathetic, broken Auau.”
“My nuh-name izn’t Auau… Ah!” Lambda giggled as she nudged Eua’s clitoris.
“You’re so unsightly like this that some might pity you,” continued Bern. “They might even entertain your delusion that you’re some kind of powerful witch. Thankfully, I’m not that stupid.”
Eua’s lower lip trembled in a babyish pout, trying to ignore the sparks of pleasure welling from her sex. “I yam a witch,” she said again. “And when I’m big again, you’re gonna regwet this.”
Just then, Lambda shoved her fingers into the shallow cavity that was Eua’s little pussy, and Eua yelped in response. Bernkastel chuckled.
“You’ll never be big again, Auau,” she said. “Not as long as I’m here to stop you thinking about such hard, inappropriate things. Speaking of inappropriate, Lambda is certainly making you feel good, isn’t she? Does your dirty little cunny like that? Why don’t you thank her?”
Eua beat her fist on the floor impotently, screwing her eyes up as Lambda’s fingers worked her cunt. “Fank you, Lady Lambdadewta…”
“For what?”
“Fank you for… ah…! Au! Fank you for pwaying wif my cunny, Lady Lambdadewta!” Lambda’s thumb nuzzled Eua’s sensitive clitoris by way of reply, sending a shudder of excitement down her lewdly exposed little figure. Giving in to the sensation, Eua wiggled her bare butt eagerly, pushing up on her tiptoes and panting stupidly. “Auauauauau…” She was being so naughty, so filthy!
“Just look at yourself,” said Bern icily. “You’re not even deserving of being called Hanyuu’s little sister. What kind of sick little child are you, Auau? You act so sassy, so high and mighty, and here you are, quivering with pleasure as you’re humiliated. Dirty, impure brat.”
“Nu-Nu-Nut dirty…” moaned Eua. “Iz becus’ of you and Hanyuu…it’s your fault!”
“Stupid child,” hissed Bernkastel, drawing close to Eua’s ear. “You can’t even remember why you’re like this, can you? Wouldn’t you like to forget it entirely, Auau? Wouldn’t you like to lose yourself to being our little baby retard and forget about all that witch nonsense?”
Eua’s eyes went wide as saucers, like she’d been found out. Lambda’s fingers started to move faster, harder, and she gasped, squeezing her fists so tight they were starting to hurt. “N-Nuuuu…” she managed, closing her eyes. “Dun wanna forget…”
Lambda stopped moving. Eua’s breath caught, and she glanced at the amused Bernkastel.
“Really?” Bern asked. “So why do you look so disappointed?”
“M-My pussy—”
“That’s not what we call it. Only grown-ups have pussies.”
Eua pouted. “My cunny stopped feeling good.”
“And what?” Bern shrugged nonchalantly. “I thought you didn’t want to be humiliated anymore.”
But, but! That wasn’t fair! Eua looked up pleadingly at Bernkastel, sticking her ass up as far as she could. “Pwease wet me—let me feel good, Lady Bernkastel,” she chirped.
“So, you do want to be humiliated, don’t you?” remarked Lambda. “You don’t need to be a witch for that, y’know!”
“Certainly not,” agreed Bernkastel. “Auau, why don’t you admit it?”
“Ad-Admit…?”
Bern leaned in again, lowering her voice to a barely audible whisper. “Admit that it feels good. Admit that you like being a dirty brat.”
Tear sprung to Eua’s eyes. “But, b-but… I’m a witch of the Se-the Se—the cement.” For some reason this comment made Lambda burst out laughing, while Bernkastel only grinned. “Stoppit! Auau, stoppit!” Eua whined babyishly.
“Your brain really was fried beyond recognition, huh?” Lambda began to toy with Eua’s pussy again. “Doesn’t this feel gooooood, little dumbass?”
“Tell you what, Auau,” said Bern, pulling out a metal file. “Why don’t I just apply a little magic to your horn while Lambda stimulates that filthy cuncun of yours? Maybe you’ll forget all that garbage entirely.”
“Nuuuu, pwease…!” moaned Eua, overstimulated by the pleasure of Lambda’s touch, her aching little body in its lewdly contorted shape, the fear that Bern’s words inspired. She flinched away from the file as Bern waved it in front of her face, but her tormenter pulled her back with the leash.
“Hey, doesn’t it feel good?” said Lambda. “Isn’t this better than acting stroppy and getting punished? Don’t you wanna feel good, Auau?”
“Auauau!” She did! She did wanna feel good! She felt naughty and horny and so, so stupid! Tears ran down Eua’s cheeks as she looked down with hatred at her treacherous body, her squishy hands balled up in useless fists. Lambda’s active, wiggling fingers entered her tiny pussy again, filling her shallow sex, and she gasped through her tears. Hot waves of welling orgasm overcame her puny, sensitive body, sweat coursing off her shaking figure, and she let herself imagine it could feel like this forever. “L-L-Wady Wambdaaaaaaa…”
“You wanna feel good?” she repeated. “You like being a dirty brat slave?”
A dirty little brat, forever! “Yeth, I wanna feel good!” she exclaimed impulsively.
“You wanna drown in pleasure and forget about being a witch?” Lambda laughed sadistically as she teased Eua’s hole. “You want cummies, little one?”
A pathetic loser child, forever! “I wanna f’get!” screamed Eua. “I wan’ cummies, Wady Wamdba! Pwease!”
“Good girl!” Lambda cackled.
A retarded little baby, forever! “I love bein’ a naughty diwty bwat! Feels good feels good auauauauau!”
“What’s your name?” asked Bernkastel.
“Auau!” Eua cried, grinding into Lambda’s hand. “Name’s Auau! Dun ‘member nuthin’ else! Wanna f’get, Wady Bewn! Pwease!”
“Maybe you will,” said Bern mysteriously, lowering the metal file to Eua’s horn and delicately scraping at the damaged segment to further widen the cavity in its surface.
“Aaaaaaauauuuuahaahauauauauua!” wailed Eua as her body shimmered and glitched, and her mind blanked. Her form resettled after a few moments—ever so slightly littler than she had been. It could have been the first such time that Bern had done this, or the hundredth, each time leaving her that little bit smaller, weaker, stupider. It was beyond Eua’s powers to remember. Drooling and wailing with lewd abandon, the newly rechristened Auau pressed her cuncun obscenely into Lambda’s hand, her tiny hips bucking, her self-control lost to her as her body furiously sought out release.
“Yes, yes…” Lambda murmured. “3…2…1…and…”
A thudding sound from Auau’s horn coincided with the pleasurable sensations dying away just as she’d reached the edge of orgasm. “Hah…?” Lambda was still touching her, but for some reason, she felt nothing. “Nuuuu…” Auau whined, saliva dribbling down her chin as she continued her obscene writhing to no effect.
“Grown-up feelings are for grown-ups,” explained Bern, straightening up. “That defective little body of yours can’t cum, Auau. Perhaps you might’ve remembered that before you debased yourself. At least you revealed how filthy you really are.”
“Nuuuuuuuuu…!” Auau repeated dumbly, stamping her tiny, bare foot as Lambda withdrew her hands. This didn’t halt the little girl’s pointless squirming, however, as she once again wagged her dripping wet cunny uselessly in the air, up on her very tiptoes, as if by continuing her movement she could replicate the adult sensations that were off-limits to her. “Wan’ cummies! Auau wan’ cummies!”
Of course, though she’d completely exposed the depths of her depravity, little Auau hadn’t forgotten anything. All she’d done was stupidly give up another part of herself to the witches, drawn her pathetic little self further away from the dominant creator witch of her most exalted fantasies and closer to the perpetually horny loli brat of her most depraved. Not only that, but she’d loudly declared the radical extent of her pitiful masochism to both of her cruel mistresses, probably not for the first time. And after all that, she hadn’t even got to cum.
Making incoherent grunts and squeaks, in full knowledge that her dignity was too shot to be diminished any further, Auau squeezed her eyes shut, put a hand to her cunny, and began to edge once more in an effort to lose herself once again in the pleasure that had briefly erased her misery, while Bernkastel unclipped the leash and, joining Lambdadelta, sashayed away, the lovers bickering and flirting as they lost interest in their pet. After several seconds of sexual anticipation, Auau finally managed to succeed in expelling a stream of hot pee that dribbled down her now-chilly thighs and pooled around her toes. The naughty, mischievous feeling of humiliation it brought her to have Bern and Lambda watch her, a buck-naked child pissing all over herself, was the best substitute for orgasm she could achieve.
“Ew. The runt peed herself.” Lambda giggled. “What a little exhibitionist! Thank goodness the room isn’t carpeted.”
“Leave the retard to clean up her own incontinence,” said Bern, regarding Auau with a cruel smile. “If it’s not done by bedtime, you’re in for some more punishment, Auau.”
Auau lowered herself to a crouch and raised her head, apparently too tired to keep going, and content to revel in her humiliation. Her eyes were blank. “Y-Yeth…”
“Looks like you had a good time,” said Lambda with a wink. “What do you say to your mistresses?”
“Uhmm…” Spreading her legs a little to show off her flat chest and pot belly, Auau pushed one stubby finger into her mouth, which was still flecked with dog food, and introduced her tongue to an acrid mix of piss, sweat, and vaginal fluid, as her other hand listlessly rubbed her inert cunny. “Au…fank you, Wady Bewn…fank you, Wady Wambda…auau…”
“Edge all you like, Auau,” said Bern. “But you’ll never cum. Never!”
Laughing along with her beloved partner, the witches left Auau to bathe in the nectar of urine and submission. Gradually, as the remaining erotic pulse generated by her fingers began to lose its novelty, the thoughts of her permanent state of embarrassment ceased to overwhelm her, and the plain reality returned. She let her sore butt plop down in the pee and returned her finger to her mouth to suck on as a comfort while she stared dully at her foul, abject condition, breathed in the warm, acidic scent of her filth, her wet, knobby legs trembling. Something deep inside her was screaming, but Auau could barely hear it anymore. No, Auau just giggled dumbly, wiggling her cute little toes, splish-splash, in her nasty little puddle, yucky-yuck.
“Auau’s weally naughty today! Ehehehehe, ahahahaha, auauauauauau! Stoopid wittle Auau!”
Luckily for little Auau, part of the bargain between Hanyuu and the witches meant that the former always put her to bed. If her baby sister had escaped too much humiliation that day, Hanyuu would find her still talking relatively coherently, still defiant in claiming her true identity. Usually, however, the story went differently.
Sheepishly, the nude Auau, her collar finally removed, approached Hanyuu as she entered the bedroom. “Hanyuu-oneesan,” she said, “can Auau weaw c-cl-cwoves to bed pwease?”
Hanyuu looked down at her charge with maternal glee. “Yes, you can! I got special permission from Lady Lambdadelta.”
A look of relief came over Auau’s face, until Hanyuu revealed just what she was permitted to wear: a pink microbikini.
“Auau dun wanna weaw dat!” Auau put her hands on her hips fussily, sticking out her little chest with a smug smirk. “Stoopid Hanyuu-oneesan! Wanna have soft wobes wike a wady witch! Ahahahaauau!”
Hanyuu giggled at Auau’s garbled, childish pronunciation, which made the little one frown. “You’re such a sassy little girl, Auau!”
Auau blushed hotly. “Iss nut faiw.”
“C’mon, Auau!” Hanyuu smiled widely. “Always look on the bright side of life! You were very naughty today, but Lady Lambdadelta is still letting you have this bikini. And isn’t it cute?”
Auau regarded the item of clothing in Hanyuu’s outstretched hand suspiciously. To obediently put on this ridiculous garment—wouldn’t that be even more humiliating than sleeping in the nude? That naughty, nervous feeling fluttered in Auau’s tummy again. A battle raged in her heart over whether she would willingly accept further embarrassment, and of course, on a bad day, only one side could win. Her small, trembling hand reached out and took the microbikini.
The tiny slips of shiny pink polyester over Auau’s flat, sexless nipples and hairless mound only served to emphasize her slight pot belly, and the bikini strings outlined her slim but visible hips and drew attention to the layer of baby fat on her thighs. Auau breathed heavily, squirming as her cunny moistened. How humiliating to be reduced from the robes of a priestess to this skimpy slutwear! Rather than concealing the state of her body, the microbikini made her into a sexualized obscenity. Auau posed shyly in front of Hanyuu, pigeon-toed, her knobby knees pointing inward and her thighs rubbing together slickly. She was secretly delighted to look and feel so lewd, so vulnerable, like she was advertising herself for sexual use.
Hanyuu beamed. “Auau loves to look naughty, doesn’t she?”
Auau turned red with embarrassment to have been seen through so easily. “Wh-What…? No…”
“Makes you feel like a grown-up, doesn’t it?” Hanyuu giggled. “Silly baby.” She took a seat on the bed. “Come to big sis.” Auau took a few unsure steps towards Hanyuu, who took her arm and pulled her close. “On my lap, little one.” There was a mysterious look in Hanyuu’s eyes. At first, Auau felt a pang of fright that she might be spanked again, but it seemed this was something different. Apprehensively, she sat on the larger girl’s thighs, and Hanyuu cradled her.
“Hanyuu-oneesan—“
“You think I don’t understand what’s going on, don’t you?” said Hanyuu. “You forget, almost every time. Do you think I don’t remember?”
“We-We-Remembah?”
“I remember the things you did, Auau,” continued Hanyuu, her grip tightening. “I know it makes you happy to act like you’re just a mischievous little girl, but you mustn’t ever forget if you want to atone for your sins.”
Auau wriggled uncomfortably. “But Auau dun wanna…”
“Shhh, baby.” Hanyuu lowered Auau in her arms, holding her firmly with one arm, and pulled open her robe, releasing her large, womanly breasts. The contrast between the voluptuous Hanyuu and Auau’s washboard chest couldn’t have been starker, nor more humiliating for the former witch. From her perspective right near to them, Hanyuu’s boobs looked so large and adult. Was this really the easily embarrassed imbecile that Auau remembered? Hanyuu squeezed her nipple, and to Auau’s shock, a drop of milk formed on the tip. “Drink, and let big sis do the talking.”
Obediently, Auau put her mouth to Hanyuu’s nipple and began to suckle, her little milk teeth brushing the older girl’s skin softly. Warm, sweet milk squirted into Auau’s mouth, filling her with a peaceful, pleasurable sensation.
“I know just how mean and nasty you can be,” said Hanyuu, “which is why it’s good for everybody that you’re so weak right now.” Her chipper voice and smile were strangely ominous. “But if you forgot why you’re being punished, then there would be no point, right? Big sis can’t let you think you’re just a normal child, you know?”
Hanyuu moved her free hand to Auau’s crotch and began to rub the bikini fabric, already moist, against her pussy, summoning a whine from the child. “If you start pretending to be a big grown-up witch, then big sis has to punish you. But if you start pretending to be an innocent little scamp who doesn’t remember anything, then big sis has to remind you that you’re here for a reason.” Hanyuu emphasized her point by pulling at the bikini, grinding the cheap fabric against Auau’s sex. Auau squeaked through Hanyuu’s nipple and suckled furiously, her scrawny legs flexing outwards, her toes curling.
“You’ve always been a naughty little girl, Auau.” Hanyuu pushed the string into Auau’s cunny and moved it up and down rhythmically. “You were a naughty girl pretending to be a witch and now you’re the same naughty girl, only you can’t do mean things anymore. You used to sit and laugh like a school bully as nice people got killed. No one except you thought it was funny. Big sis just showed you who you really are.”
Tears dripped down Auau’s cheeks as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of Hanyuu’s milk, kicking her legs faintly like a baby. Between her fear of punishments, the waves of pleasure from Hanyuu’s movements, and her secret desire for submission, there was no fight left in her to deny her big sister’s words.
“I came before you, anyway,” explained Hanyuu. “You were just a baby version of me, really. A bit simple, a bit spoiled, like so many younger sisters. Hanyuu had to take care of you like a good big sister. You had everyone fooled for a little while with your grown-up act, but really, isn’t this where you belong? Auau?”
Releasing Hanyuu’s breast, Auau gasped and nodded. “Yeth, Hanyuu-oneesan.”
“Good girl.” Hanyuu stroked Auau’s pussy more vigorously. “Now, because you’re so forgetful, I make sure that you say sorry for the things you did every day. Do you want to say sorry now?”
Auau nodded pitifully. “Auau’s sowwy…au!” She panted as Hanyuu rubbed her clitty. “Auau wuz—wuz mean to a lot of people b-becuz of bein’ a naughty baby. Auau been a bad wittle sis. Fank you for wooking aftew a bad baby wike me, Hanyuu-oneesan…auuuuuauuuuuau…” She moaned in her girlish, peeping way, her hips squirming involuntarily from side to side as the string stimulated her ever more pleasurably.
“Good girl,” repeated Hanyuu. “You can have some more milkies before sleep.” Auau eagerly returned her lips to Hanyuu’s breasts and closed her eyes in an expression mixing infantile bliss with obscene delight. There was no trace of shame or embarrassment anymore, as Auau accepted her real identity into her heart: Hanyuu’s wayward little sister, a weak runt who had once tried to act big and proved herself undeserving of adulthood. She was the lowest, littlest creature in the whole sea of fragments, and she was happy, so long as she had a mouthful of milkies and a stimulated cunny.
Hanyuu presently released the sleepy child just as her pleasure was beginning to peak, although it was hardly a deprivation given her inability to reach orgasm. Immediately, Auau scampered over to her frilly pillow and began to hump it to sustain her erotic daze, a damp spot forming on the pale pink cotton as she wrapped her little legs around it. Hanyuu smiled and went to turn out the lights.
“Night night, Auau.”
Auau grinned, her tiny fangs visible, and kicked her bare feet impishly at her big sis. “Ni-ni, Hanyuu-oneesan.”
And this was where Auau ended up, most days, or near enough to it: dressed in something childish or obscene, lulled to sleep by the throb of her useless cunny as she delighted in her lewd, pathetic state, indifferent to the pride and authority to which she had once clung. With her skinny limbs slung around a pillow that was quickly becoming wet at both ends—from her drooling mouth, satiated with Hanyuu’s milk, at the top, and her thirsty sex at the bottom—Auau’s fantasies at the end of the day no longer concerned witchcraft and almighty powers, but how thoroughly she could reinforce her position of helplessness and subjection. Her mind slowly shut down as she dreamt of the punishments and erotic torments she would suffer tomorrow, until finally, she was asleep.
Little did she know that her most masochistic wishes would be granted. During Auau’s slumber, the memories of her day, which should have been saved to her device, instead encountered an error and were corrupted. In one second, the broken Auau was erased, and the memory device reset with a low hum. Before it once again began to malfunction, it sent its user the relevant identity data that was retained on file. Her name: missing. Her identity: witch. A creator witch, older than many universes—a tall, beautiful woman with long purple hair and a relaxed, haughty demeanour, dressed in fine priestess robes with a green silken sash over her shoulder.
Eua had lost count of the days since she’d first come here long ago. In truth, with the damage her memory device had taken, she could barely remember how she found her way here in the first place…