Rehabilitation chapter 6

I just noticed that Baci is the only named important character of this story whose name is not from the Greek pantheon. Huh. Also, she's the only one with a surname.

But I guess it represents how she's not a mage? She's just a beastperson.

In other news, I'm amazed that no one had noticed how I keep stuffing my drool fetish into these stories.

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Baci Torina paced back and forth between her office the following day, with such a rhythmic pattern the floor was starting to create an exact outline of her path. Her ears were straight up and tensed, indicative of the level of effort she was putting into thinking. The sunlight filtering through one window struck her black hair and gleamed off it nicely.

...But nothing came to her mind. Her head was filled with nothing but thoughts of getting the scoop on Hera. Of course, she didn't tell anyone why—even telling her own co-workers could result in one of them getting the scoop before her! Journalists should always hoard their leads, never sharing a single bit! Well, the textbooks never said that, but Baci knew it in her gut to be true. You can't always trust textbooks.

Clearly the fact that she always had low grades had nothing to do with her shunning textbooks.

Her office was a small, cozy affair in the east side of the city of Megiddo, about two stories up and well-furnished with a delightful array of chairs, plus a small desk. In that desk was her assistant, Marco Seloni [AN: This guy is literally the first named male character in this story. Goddamn], a skinny and handsome cat-boy who was simply watching Baci endlessly move back and forth.

“You've been there for 2 hours. What the hell are you thinking about?”

Baci stopped momentarily and looked at him oddly. “It's a lead. I can't tell you about it.” She then resumed her dull walk.

“What lead requires 2 hours of thinking?”

“Getting into a place.”

“What, like breaking in?” Marco sighed—it was a sigh that bewrayed how frequently he did such when in Baci's company. Indeed, it was like he was sighing not only because of her, but because of how often he sighed in the first place. “You're impossible to control.”

“No! Like...uh...” Baci was at an utter loss of words. “You know, I want to get into a place for an interview...and some snooping!” Her final words were accompanied by a devilish grin and a sing-song voice...one that was singing a tune of mischief.

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At Hera's house, the three girls were sleeping at the time, all on the same bed. Since it had been only meant for two people, they had to squeeze quite closely to fit—though not like any of them minded.

Well, perhaps Io had minded, as she was squeezed inbetween Cybele and Medea like some kind of pillow. Her head was currently stuffed between two massive sets of boobs, a situation she both loved and hated. No wonder, then, that she was the first to wake up, if only from sheer discomfort.

“Sheesh, you two are insane!” She yelled, muffled by the boobs. Both girls started to rouse anyway. “I can barely breathe!”

“Oh come on, Io~” Cybele teased her as she awoke. “You must love this kind of thing, don't you?” Her diaper was wet, slick and warm underneath her crotch.

Medea concurred. “Yeah...I bet you must enjoy this thing a lot, don't you?” Her diaper was also wet, even more drenched and soaked compared to Cybele's. Both girls had teasing, devilish voices—the likes of which turned Io on, though she wouldn't admit it, flushing her cheeks and making her pussy moist.

“Sh-Shut up!” The little girl quickly retorted. “You two are so below me, it's insane! Like I'd ever lower myself to be with you two!”

“Wow, after yesterday and the messy fun we had?” Cybele stroked Io's hair softly. “You were practically begging for more silently while I squished my messy diaper on your face.” Her own cheeks were flushed at this point.”

“Come on, Cybele,” The succubus across spoke once more. “Let's give this naughty girl the punishment she deserves!”

Io started to sweat profusely.

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“This is insane.”

Marco knew his words would never stop the crazy girl in front of him, but he thought it might have been a good idea to try anyway.

Baci was standing outside of Hera's house, having finally decided to simply ask Hera for an interview and investigate the house (Why this simple decision took her 2 hours to come up with eluded Marco completely). “No it's not. I gotta ask this girl some stuff.”

“But why? What about Hera could be new? The woman used to be a famous mage in Megiddo, and her becoming a rehabilitation manager was all over the news. What about her could possible be a scoop?”

Baci debated whether or not to mention the whole diaper thing to Marco. It would answer his question, but then he'd be all like 'woah, slow down, I gotta know more' and then he would ask 50 billion questions and well it just was annoying. “I can't tell you.”

“In other words, you don't have anything.”

“Shut up!”

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Medea and Cybele took a moment to kiss Io on the face, the little girl blushing lushly. Then they sat up in the bed, excited for what they're about to do.

“You know, Io, you can just admit that you love being our little fuck-toy~”

“Never...I'll never...” Io didn't even look at Cybele.

“That implies that you DO, but you won't TELL us that. So how about we make you tell us that?”

“What are you--” Io was interrupted by being picked up by Medea and laid butt-upwards across her lap. “Hey! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”

Medea licked her lips and began to pull Io's thick diaper back. “Well, it's been a while since you've gotten a spanking, right? Really, you deserve one.”

A cold sweat broke out onto Io's forehead. “Wait, you can't possibly...” She struggled to get free, but Succubi were surprisingly strong, and her efforts were for naught as Medea tightened her grip.

“Oh ho ho~ We'll keep smacking that cute little butt of your until you admit just how much you love getting fucked by us.” Medea motioned to Cybele. “You wanna go first? I can hold her.”

“Oh yes, I'd LOVE to.” Cybele gave Io the most vicious grin she could. “But let's make this even harder.” She strolled out of the room a little bit, checking to make sure Hera (who was actually sleeping during this time) wasn't about, and then sneakily waltzed over to the bathroom of the house. (She's got to be keeping some medicine around her...). Soon, she found what she was looking for: a small bottle of an enema, and a suitable pump to deliver it.

Going back to the bedroom, where Medea practically had Io in a head-lock, she held up her bounty for all to see. “Ta da~! I bring an enema, which I do believe should be placed inside Io's butt with utmost haste!” Io cringed when she saw it; Medea's eyes lit up.

Cybele wasted no time in going over to the bed and quickly filling Io with the enema. “How does it feel?” She said after removing the nozzle.

Io only grunted in pain. This was quite unlike anything in her life. Her entire stomach was cramping up fiercely and the feeling of all the liquid in her colon was painful. Her entire bowels wanted to expel immediately, but she managed to hold on, not wanting to shit herself right then and there.

She really did not want to give away just how horny she was right now. Her pussy was practically drenched with juices and she silently cursed how she couldn't finger herself right now.

Her grunts were all Medea and Cybele needed though. Medea carefully slid Io's diaper back on and gave her a few warm-up pats on the butt, before delivering one powerful smack to her padded backside.

Io gasped, nearly releasing. Even with her diaper on, the smack could still be felt like she didn't even have any underwear on. Her butt stung just as bad as it did back when her father whipped her with his belt. “How damn powerful are you!?”

“Oh, quite!” Medea laughed haughtily while smacking Io's butt again. “I can't help it, really. With all that padding, I've got to” She smacked again, even harder this time, nearly making Io cry from the pain. “-hit-” Yet another thwack. “-quite-” Another. “HARD!” A few more smacks for good measure.

Io was both horny and crying at this time from the pain. She couldn't see but she knew that her butt was as red as a tomato right no. The pain from the spanking made it brutally difficult to focus on not releasing the enema. It took every bit of her concentration to do such—many times she had wanted to simply stop and let go, but she couldn't let that happen.

“How does it feel, Io?” Cybele leaned forward and seductively looked into her captive's eyes. “Ready to admit it?”

“Ne.....Never...” Io grunted out between gasps.

“Maybe you'll learn eventually....keep going.” The succubus gleefully smacked Io again with a giggle.

“Oh, you're just the cutest thing!” Medea continued to beat on Io's butt for several minutes. Each smack was as powerful as the first and the pain was excruciating. Her butt felt like it was on fire, burning intensely and making her wince. And not releasing was harder and harder.

Of course, Io had limits. So it was of no surprise to anyone in the room when she finally broke and released the enema. It was wet, liquid-like, almost like peeing except far more. A font of enema and mess poured out of her butt with a  loud fart, filling her diaper up quickly. It was disgusting, yet also really good-feeling. The release of tension in her butthole was almost orgasmic—it simply flowed out of her, leaving her much less wound up, though her butt still felt like it was on fire. A minute passed and she finally had released the whole enema. Her diaper was stained a light brown, sagging and now very squishy to touch. A light smell of mess pervaded the room, but nothing too major.

Io just started to cry. “Alright....oh gods, what the fuck do you want...I like it, okay!” She had to force the words through gritted teeth. “I like it when you two do naughty things to me!” Tears streamed down her face as she forced herself to say those words. “Godsdammit....I fucking hate you two.”

Cybele and Medea snickered to each other.

Io stopped crying, her tears drying up. “...But fuck, was that hot.” A smile came to her mouth.

“It's that easy...” Cybele slowly muttered while leaning back. “But since we had to got that far, let's just make you stay in that messy diaper all day long~”

“What!?” Io broke out of Medea's grip in pure anger. “You crazy bitches! I can't be like this all day!”

“Well, that's not really your choice, see?”

“...I don't know if I hate you two, or if I love you two.” Io sighed and sat down on the bed, her messy diaper squelching beneath her.


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Baci STILL hadn't knocked on Hera's door. Marco was just watching her from across the street, sitting on a bench. “Are we gonna do this or not? Or are you going to finally drop this charade?”

“No!” The bunnygirl yelled back to him. “I've...it's just that this is kind of serious.”

“What's serious, is how gawmless you are.” Marco stretched back, basking in the sun,—it was something he, as a cat, was wont to do.

“I'm not stupid!”

Baci refused to speak with him for the next few minutes. “Ugh, fuck....”

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“Say, Io, what's you opinion on getting tied up?”

“I hate it.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“I doubt that.”

“Okay, tie me up and try to make me orgasm. You won't succeed.”

That little conversation explained why Io was currently lying on the bed, her hands tied to the headboard, and her legs tied at the ankles to the bedposts.  Cybele and Medea were at opposite sides of the bed, each holding magically-powered vibrators in their hands. “Shit, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.”

“Why?” Cybele asked her, sitting down on the bed to cup Io's small boobs. “Because you'll lose this little bet?”

“Um....” Io couldn't do much but squirm a little. Her pussy was moist as hell—and her diaper still dirty, as before. Indeed, she really needed to go at the time. A small push and she started to mess herself without an enema's help, a decent amount of mess pooling up into her diaper, squishingly settling into it. The mess stained it even further, and caused it to sag a little more. She wriggled a little, trying to deposit all of it. It wasn't the largest mess she had made, but it was certainly one of the least comfortable, due to her position. She squirmed trying to get more comfortable but it only sloshed the shit in her diaper around and left her back at square one. Now the room was starting to smell.

“Dammit, Io.” Cybele pinched her nose in a mocking manner. “You can't just go a single day without shitting up your diaper, can you?”

“You're one to talk!” Io seriously started to question whether or not such a deviant sexuality was a good thing.

“Oh, it'll only make the torture so much more fun~! Medea, you ready?”

Medea saluted while giggling cutely. “Of course!”

“Then I guess you'll begin this.”

Medea nodded fervently and turned the vibrator on. It pulsed with a whirring sound that made Io grimace a little.

She grimaced a LOT when Medea proceeded to immediately smoosh the vibrator against her diapered crotch, the mess in it now pressing hard. The feeling...well, it was certainly a thing. A very good thing, honestly, as Io felt waves of pleasure crash through her. Medea started to angle the vibrator, pushing it hard to get through the mess and push against Io's crotch. The little girl herself was putting forth every effort to not get horny, but it wasn't very hard for her to start feeling the pressure build up. “Aaaaah...aaahaaahh~...” The pleasure coursed throughout her body as Medea began to move the vibrator across her diaper. The combination of the mess squishing against her butt and the vibrations was making Io crazy. A thick, sticky line of drool began to leak out of the sides of her mouth, as she was moaning too much to prevent it. Her limit was ever-so-close--

Only for Medea to cruelly yank the vibrator away, causing all of the pleasure to subside. Io was stunned—it had been so close; a few more seconds, and she probably would have had an explosive orgasm. “Hey, what the hell!” A litany of swears in her mind were directed at that fucking succubus, who was just smiling like a complete asshole. Fuck, she was so close to heavenly pleasure!

“Oh, I just thought that you were having too much fun.” Medea winked at her with a cute smile. “You see, Io, now WE control when you orgasm. You don't have any say in the matter. Honestly, we didn't want you to have fun so quickly. Got to make slow and good~”

Io stared daggers at her, desperately wishing that she could just get up and knock that bitch's teeth out. She directed her gaze then to Cybele, who was turning on her vibrator.

Medea and Cybele took turns pleasuring Io, making sure to always stop right before she came. No matter what, or how much she pleaded, Io was always pleasured right to the breaking point and then cruelly denied orgasm. The two taller girls took quite a bit of pleasure in doing such—Io was, as of now, their incredibly fun fuck-toy and the thought of controlling everything about her filled with delight.

So, they continued on for roughly 20 more minutes. By the end, Io was panting and covered in sweat, drool running from her mouth. Her diaper was completely soaked in her juices, the mess inside of it squished and moved everywhere. She looked back and forth at the two, pleading to them to just let her cum once. Truth to be told, she was enjoying it as well—but even she had limits.

“Oh, Io, how lovable you can be!” Cybele knelt down and started to squish the messy diaper, prompting a wave of pleasure throughout her captive. “I never would have guessed before this encounter—back when we were merely rival witches, I saw you as nothing more than a nuisance, a pest to be dealt with. Now, you're so much sweeter...” She leaned in, her mouth an inch from Io's ear. “You're MINE.”

“I...” Io stumbled to respond. “I...dammit...Cybele...” Her cheeks were blushing fiercely. “You're too much of a succubus.”

“Funny that you should say that, since there's a succubus right her.” Cybele cupped Io's head in her free hand, and gave her a deep, loving kiss on the lips. The little girl was surprised at first but quickly kissed her back, letting the two of them engage in a passionate display. Cybele cranked on the vibrator one last time, and pressed it to Io's crotch.

It was the same burst of pleasure, the same feeling of a lightning bolt building up in her body. But Cybele didn't stop. She continued to lovingly pleasure Io until the latter orgasmed from the stimulation, feeling like a lightning bolt shot straight through her. Io rocked her hips while letting the feeling dissipate. It was quite possibly the best orgasm she had ever had. Not the strongest, but certainly the longest, as she came while in Cybele's embrace.

The two stopped their long kiss, slowly pulling apart.

“Io, I think I'm falling in love with you.”

“Fuck. Me too, I think.”

Medea watched the two with interested eyes.

Humans were weird, but intriguing.

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Baci had FINALLY decided to go up to the door, only to see it locked. “Shit...well, I hope I can still pick locks.”

Locks had always been the bane of Baci. Indeed, it seemed often like she just had to pick any lock she came across. Perhaps it foreshadowed her career—no matter how well locked away a scoop was, Baci would try to break in, and get to it.

She took a small line of wire from her pocket and bent it a little. It was a magically enchanted wire,, called a “pickwire”, loved by thieves in their world, for it adjusted itself to any lock it was inserted into, allowing easy access. But there was a certain skill to using it, never mind that it was illegal to actually own or use one...

She stuck it into the lock and jiggled it around. This would let it “feel” the way the lock was built and let it conform to the shape, allowing it to pick it. Of course, any slightly off movements would result in a faulty reading, so she was very careful to insert it and jiggle it.

So careful, she didn't notice the policeman coming up behind her.

He tapped on her shoulder. Instantly, she froze like a rock.

“Ma'am, the hell's you doin'?”

Baci only muttered a few words of silence. Marco only watched from afar. (How does this woman breath sometimes...)

“Ma'am...I'm gonna have to arrest you for attempting to break and enter with a pickwire.”