Vivian strolled through
her village, glaring at anyone who dared look her way. As a witch, she demanded
the utmost level of respect, punishing those who crossed her even in the
slightest of ways. She terrorized the town, ensuring that everyone knew that it
was futile to stand up to her in any fashion. If she didn’t get her weekly
offering of goods and food, she would summon hundreds of rats to wreak havoc
upon the townsfolk. She’d had to do such a thing only twice, and everyone knew
she would not hesitate to do so again.
With a gleeful pep in
her step, her bags of lingerie, groceries, and other various supplies swung in
her magical grip, levitating behind her. She started up the long path to her
house, which sat upon the only hill overlooking the town. As she neared the
top, she glanced over her shoulder and snapped her fingers, making a small rain
cloud appear over a few people laughing amongst themselves. She heard them yell
in surprise, and as they ran away, the rain cloud followed them step for step.
Vivian couldn’t help but
laugh as she turned around, climbing the steps to her house. With another snap
of her fingers, she opened her front door and kicked it shut behind her,
letting her bags fall to the floor. She kicked off her boots, then promptly
collapsed on the living room couch. “Phew...” she muttered to herself, letting
her eyes slide shut.
“Long day?” a deep,
gruff voice asked.
Her eyes shot open wide.
“Who dares to come into my house?” she screeched at the top of her lungs,
bolting upright. Vivian whipped around to find a man leaning against her
kitchen counter, slowly cutting an apple. “What say you?” she screamed again,
charging a spell to turn him into a mouse in her right hand.
“My name is not
important,” he said, casually pointing the knife at her. “However, I-” A spell
bounced off his chest, fizzling out on the floor between his feet. “You really
thought that would work?” he asked with a short laugh. “You have no idea who I
am, do you?” He set the apple aside and stepped up to her, a confident grin
sitting plainly on his face.
Vivian shot spell after
spell at him, trying everything she could, backing up all the while until her
back was pressed up against the wall. Growing desperate, she drew a hidden
blade from her skirt, and right as she drew her arm back to strike, the man
pressed a single finger upon her forehead, and in that moment, she felt an
immeasurable amount of power.
“Sleep...” he said
softly.
———
Vivian woke up in a
flash, her heart racing in her chest. She was laying flat on her back, a stark
contrast to how she normally slept on her side. She let loose a little yawn and
stretched, instantly realizing that her arms and legs were bound.
Wondering why she was
restrained, she lifted her head in the dark room, unable to see a thing. “Hey!”
she yelled out, wiggling about on the bed. “What is this? I demand you answer
at once, filth!” A minute passed in silence, her labored pants breaking the
silence as she struggled to free herself to no avail. Finally, she heard
footsteps coming ever closer. “Release me at once!” she screeched at the top of
her lungs.
She felt a hand tenderly
come to rest on her cheek, then his fingers slid upwards to pull off her
blindfold. Vivian couldn’t help but blink and squint her eyes up at him as she
got used to the bright lights. She lunged forward, trying to bite his fingers,
hoping to get even a little edge on this odd stranger.
“Tsk, tsk, you’re
already awake? That’s not good...” the man muttered under his breath, paying
her very little attention.
“What are you talking
about?” Vivian hissed, glaring up at him. “And why am I in these blasted
restraints?!”
“Oh, those are there to
keep you in place. I don’t want you peeing on the carpet, after all.”
Vivian was speechless.
“What are you talking about?” she asked, her voice filled with disdain. “Why
would I ever pee on the floor?”
“Well... that’s a long
story,” he said, pushing her head back down on the pillow with a single finger.
“Relax...” he whispered.
Vivian felt an
overwhelming sensation of calmness and contentment sweep through her body,
making her body grow still. Gone was innate need to free herself and punish
this man, and she felt every muscle in her body grow limp. A few moments passed
before she felt her crotch grow warm, making her feel uneasy. She tried to stem
the flow to keep herself from wetting the bed she was laying upon, but she
quickly found that she was unable to control her bladder. Vivian whimpered and
bucked her hips back and forth, making her blanket slip from her slender body.
“Ah, I see the spell has
started to take effect!” the man said, his tone exuding a sense of
satisfaction.
“Did you make me pee
myself?” Vivian softly asked, unable to gather the strength to yell at him.
“Yes and no. Yes, you
did just pee, but your diaper was there to catch your little dribbles.” He
leaned on the side of the crib, propping himself up with his arms as he smiled
down at her.
“D-Diaper?” she asked.
“Yes. The people who
live in the town you’ve been terrorizing have hired me to, hm... how did they
put it? Oh yeah! They want me to retrain you, and that’s exactly what I’m going
to do. I’m going to slowly wipe your memories, keep you from using your powers,
and raise you right. There’s no point in being cruel to those people out there,
so you and I are going to spend a lot of time together for the next few
weeks...”
And with a snap of the
strange man’s fingers, she was fast asleep.
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