A Witches Pleasure

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"I wonder, who might come today?"


In the land of Raelynn, far to the outer edges, sits a mountain range home to a series of connected caverns and ruins, known simply as the Arachnea Catacombs. Normally a scenic, albeit somewhat dangerous location, for the venomous spiders that crawled along inside the dark caverns. However, a very different sort of danger had taken root in the catacombs recently, one that would inspire many adventurers to the dark halls of these caverns.


That danger, was an elegantly dressed young woman by the name of Mariette. Fair skin, and gorgeous blonde hair, Mariette was every bit the picture of a proper noble, down to the commanding aura she often exuded when interacting with others. Those who'd think her normal however, would be in for a surprise. She was a witch, and a powerful one at that. And after all her adventures, her name had spread through the land. Her deeds had left her justly infamous. She didn't burn down villages, or curse the people, no her crimes were of an entirely different nature...a kinky one at that.


A proper sadist, the young witch had used her powers to take pleasure on the masses, at least those who ever got in her way. She'd use her powers to bind those she took an interest in, to punish those who disobeyed her, to redden the delectable rears of any lovely young lady she happened across. A mechanist of sorts on the side, Mariette had created several puppets of varying sorts of tools and implements, to assist her, and with her already powerful magic became known as the Marionette Mistress. It was bound to happen eventually, a bounty was posted for her capture, they wanted to end her fun.


So it was, the young woman had grinned at this challenge, seeing opportunity rather than danger from this notice. She'd been quick to make a scene, to tell everyone exactly where she could be found. The Arachnea Catacombs, her home and now the site of her little game. If they could make it past her traps and magic, then the game would end. However, everyone she caught would instead be entirely at her whim. Unfortunately for those who tried, she happens to be rather good at this game.

Bands of mercenaries, brave adventurers, even lost souls, all types have come to the caverns. Those who leave humilated and sobbing. Those who's intrigue inevitably brings them back. They were all subjected to Mariette's fancies. And so a new day dawns, the young witch sitting in her home, eagerly awaiting whomever would enter the spiders web this day.

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Despite the legends of Mariette, and her Arachnea Catacombs, the first person to wonder in on this day was actually a completely oblivious soul. A young satyr, by the name or Eleanor, had wondered into the gave, with a bored expression on her face. She obviously was looking for some form of excitement, but she didn't have a clue what could await her in this cave.


She was a short little thing, probably only five and a half feet tall, with short horns that had been filed down to dull stumps. Her legs were digitigrade, with hooves at the bottom, thinly furred, and had very wide, almost motherly hips, that gave her quite a sizable rear. Eleanor's stomach wasn't very small, so she didn't have a very hourglass like figure, but it did lead into a decently sized bosom, and a fair looking, olive colored face, with hair atop her hair that was the same chestnut brown as the fur on her legs.


"Oh, dear... Please let there be treasure, or food, or something in here!" She whined to herself, in a slightly immature tone, but a voice that was certainly middle aged for her species.

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A flash of light catches the young witches eyes, drawing her attention to the large crystal ball seated on a stand across the room. "Oh? A visitor have we?" She giggles, extending her arm out as the crystal globe floats toward her, guided by some unseen force. Through the swirling clouds inside the orb, a vision of the young satyr appears before Mariette's eyes. "That's not something you see everyday. Have you wandered in accidentally, little lost lamb?" She comments to herself with a mischievous grin growing across her face.

Another wave of her hand, the clouds inside churn and roll, the picture shifting to better capture the girls sizable assets. She certainly made up for her small stature with lovely curves, the young witch thought as the image zoomed upon the Satyr's plump and round derriere. "What fun we'll have." She licked her lip at the sight, as the image turned towards the girls large chest then up to her face just as the girl mentioned something about treasure or food, in a tone that immediately brought a malicious grin to the young witch.

"Seeking treasure are you? Fufufu~ sounds like i've got quite a lesson to teach to you. Well, lets just give you a bit of a helping hand." The clouds swirl again, to show the branching paths of the cavern for Mariette, and she raises her arm again. Meanwhile, in front of the Satyr a single path lights up, as candles along the wall all catch alight as if to guide her.

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The young satyr's head turns quickly to look at the candle, and a smile spreads across her face. She quickly starts jogging down this path, looking from side to side for signs of anything, such as what she desired before, or possibly even other travelers, or creatures like herself. Mariette didn't even need any magic to know where Eleanor was heading, since the echo CLOP CLOP CLOP down the halls were a very clear indication of where she was.

"Oh boy! Who's here, what's here?!" Eleanor asked herself, dancing around as she jogged through the caverns, ignoring the fact that this was all too sketchy.

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"My, quite the eager little thing isn't she?" The young witch giggles as she watches the satyr jog down her guided path, hearing the clopping of her hooves on the stone floors echoing all the way back to her. Of course, Mariette's focus was on the female's lovely round rear, as she jogged through the halls. She was going to have quite a bit of fun with this one, she thought, licking her lips and planning all sorts of wonderfully devious ideas.

"Lets see how you react to this." Mariette waved her arms over the crystal orb once more, viewing the entire catacomb system. In an instant, a pathway that used to lead nowhere opened into a room. A room filled with shimmering treasures, jewels, and most prominently a large chest at the very center of the room. The young witch watched on with a smirk as her soon to be victim beheld the room in front of her, before sending the orb away with a wave of her hand.

She wanted to deal with this one herself. It was quite obvious the young satyr wasn't a hunter or adventurer stumbling into her caves on purpose, but it mattered not. All who entered these caverns were subject to Mariette's game. The young witch hummed to herself as she walked over to a certain wall, a wall full of tools of a...kinky persuasion. She retrieved a small leather paddle from the wall, giving it a few swings against her palm. "Hmm...this ought to do for one. What else should I use for this one?" She muttered, going over her options with a mischievous giggle. She was going to enjoy this one quite a bit.

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Despite the large chest in the middle, Eleanor immediately began digging through all the gold and jewels on the floor. It was obvious that she had a bit of an issue with focusing on important details, and just let her first thoughts enact themselves instantly. She also didn't seem to notice the fact that all of this was much too convenient, and that nobody would hide this much treasure in a simple little cave.

"I can't believe it! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich!" She screams happily a few dozen times, dancing around as she starts putting all the jewelry on, and looking for clothes to replace the loincloth and simple chest wrap that she wore, which only covered the bare minimum.

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Mariette's consideration was halted momentarily, as the young satyrs excited screams echoed down the halls to her. "Quite the excitable one isn't she? Fufufu, how simple." Ahh the wonders a little bit of magic could accomplish. Her treasure room was most certainly real, although normally an adventurer would walk these cavern halls for years and not find sight of it. Mixed in with the treasures however, were several enchanted artifacts the witch had collected over the years. Enchantments of the sort that piqued her unique interests. Would the girl be curious enough to try and put everything on?

She giggled to herself lightly at the thought, tossing up the small leather paddle in the air behind her. The implement seemed to be caught by the air itself, hovering in place behind the witch. "Well, lets see what my eager little guest has gotten herself into." She starts off, walking along down the halls, her shoes oddly making hardly any sound against the stone floors.

Meanwhile, in the center of the treasure room, the central chest remained looming over most other valuables. After a while of being ignored by the greedy invader, the chest seemed to start glowing, vying for attention from the energetic satyr. Of course, it seemed silly for a chest to grow jealous of inattentiveness towards it, but like most things in Mariette's cavern not all was as it seemed. A small sort of humming sound soon began reverberate around the room, originating from the opening of the chest itself.

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For how active the chest seemed to grow, with it's glowing and humming, it still took Eleanor much too long for it to get her attention. But, once it did, the satyr quickly stood up, and went over to it. "Please, please, please, don't be locked!" She whined, grabbing onto the top of the lid, and throwing it upward to open the chest. She knew nothing of the threat that was lingering in the caves, and obviously couldn't hear Mariette's footsteps, with how excited she was, and how hyper-focused the the treasure she was at the moment.

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Even the chest itself seemed to be getting impatient, the humming sound growing all the more present the longer the greedy girl seemed to ignore it. But of course a treasure chest can't grow impatient...right? Once the scantily clad satyr finally took notice of the chest, it started to beam all the more brighter, the sound dying down some as she walked up. As Eleanor opened the lid, she was met with very little resistance, the opposite it fact. For as she was throwing the lid upward, it was already opening up itself, and a pair of arms emerged out the sides of the chest. The curious little Satyr had found herself a mimic.

In a flash, the arms of the chest had wrapped around the girl, it's hands grabbing onto her rather plump backside before pulling to knock her off balance, right into the chest. Unlike most mimics that simply tried to eat adventurers, this one was a different sort of trap altogether. The sort to close down around her wrists and neck like a pillory, changing it's form almost entirely from chest to the holding device. Although as it shifted Eleanor could see, the chest certainly did contain treasure inside, some of the most shimmering and elegant looking jewelry and clothes that the girl likely hadn't seen the sort of before. All just out of reach, in the awkward position she was left in. Head and arms trapped, bent over with her rear sticking out, just the way Mariette would want to see her when she entered.

Of course, the witch herself made no hurry to reach her captive prey. She was quite certain curiosity would prevent the girl from trying to leave, and inevitably she'd fall in her trap. Her sort usually did. Naughty ones, thinking they could come into her cave and take what they pleased. Or could it be considered even worse that she fell for such an obvious bait? Mariette didn't mind either way, her only concern was just on what she was going to do to that lovely rear once she got there. Still, Eleanor wouldn't have too long to wait, before the witch was turning to see in the doorway. "Well, well, what have we here?" Her tone was that of mock surprise, her arms crossed beneath her breasts as she walked up. "Tsk...were you trying to steal from me? That's awfully rude, you know." She couldn't hold back her smirk as she walked up on the cute Satyr from behind.

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Eleanor squealed loudly, and wiggled around for a minute, making her wide hips squirm around almost as much as her short, puffy tail was. She tried to break free, being too caught up in the moment of fear for death, to think about the fact that she wasn't actually dying. However, once she heard the other voice, she gasped happily.

"Oh, thank goodness! Don't worry, I was only playing in it, but you've got a bigger problem!" Eleanor insisted, trying to point out the fact that there was a mimic in Mariette's treasure room, but without her hand being seen, she awkwardly tried to tap at it with her hoof, giving a good display of her legs, from any angle Mariette might have wanted.