Taming Clafoutis Magica — Making Her Show What Must Never Be Seen
"...N-Ngh...! Ah, haah... Ah, aaah...!" Clafoutis Magica clenched her fists tightly, letting out a strange moan as her hips trembled violently.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, a stream of clear arousal fluid sprayed from between Clafoutis's legs, stickily soaking the floor. By some stroke of absolute luck, because she had been perched right on the edge, the bedsheets and blankets were spared from being drenched in her fluids.
"Ah, ah...! Damn it! Damn it all!! To think I cannot even meditate?!" Clafoutis screamed in a voice thick with despair, biting her lip hard as she shivered.
Her heart, forced into an artificial orgasm, was pounding like mad. A sudden wave of heat rushed through her body, starting from her armpits down to the tips of her toes, before cooling down just as abruptly.
'This cannot be. This simply cannot be! I cannot live such a life forever!' Clafoutis clenched her fists, her entire body shaking.
It was only natural. Because of the New Order magic cast by Ramnusia, Clafoutis could not even perform the basic meditation required to circulate her body's mana. She couldn't even cast a trivial cantrip to light up the pitch-black darkness.
Rendered no different from an empty shell—unable to use or apply a single thing she had spent her entire life learning—Clafoutis felt a crushing despair just by drawing breath.
"With my body in this state, there is absolutely no way..." Clafoutis Magica was highly intelligent, so she knew the reality all too well. The moment she tried to channel even a shred of magic, her pussy would throb uncontrollably, and a sudden orgasm would surge straight from her womb. Even if she wanted to use magic, she physically couldn't.
"Mind control... magic... black magic..." Clutching her long blue hair tightly with both hands, Clafoutis trembled. It was the curse of knowledge. Because she was extraordinarily well-versed in magic, she knew better than anyone that escaping this horrific, depraved bondage was impossible without using magic.
"Ha, haha... Ha... Hahaha..." The more she racked her brain, the more acutely she realized she wasn't just at a dead end, but trapped inside a pitch-black jar with no way out. Staring blankly at the wall, her expression went hollow.
She knew all too well what the brilliantly glowing number 2 on the wall meant. It was the reward for sharing her embarrassing masturbation story.
"...Damn it." Having lived her entire life as a mage, the young lady couldn't think of a single way to escape this prison without magic, no matter how hard she tried. Instead, her brilliant mind only screamed back at her.
"To escape a prison capable of holding demons... without using magic... such a thing is utterly impossible." Tears welled up in her eyes once more. Sobbing, Clafoutis squeezed her eyes shut and threw herself back onto the bed.
"Haa... Haa..." Waking up again in the silent prison, devoid of even the chirping of birds or any ambient noise, Clafoutis let out a hollow, awkward laugh.
Slowly pushing herself up, she realized she still wasn't wearing a single stitch of clothing—let alone clean, soft pajamas—not even a pair of panties. She clutched her head in her hands.
"Ah, ah... Aaagh, ah..." Tears spilled over naturally. She had hoped that waking up from her sleep would bring an end to this horrific nightmare, but reality was beyond cruel—it was utterly wretched.
The prison remained unchanged. To eat, she had to spend her Praise Points, and the same went for any other basic necessity. While she could probably get points by begging Ramnusia, to a young lady of immense pride like Clafoutis Magica, doing such a thing was a form of madness she never wanted to repeat.
"Mother... Father... I miss you so..." Sniffling, Clafoutis muttered as she vigorously rubbed her eyes with her palms. But nothing changed.
—Growl...
"Ah..." Clafoutis clutched her slender, well-proportioned stomach, her toes curling. She had only slept, yet her body was already clamoring for food. Her throat even felt dry and scratchy; she desperately wanted a drink of water.
'And after I eat...' Clafoutis squeezed her thighs tightly together as the thought crossed her mind. The moment of ruin she dreaded to even think about was slowly, steadily creeping toward her.
—Ring, ring!
In the end, Clafoutis Magica couldn't just sit and contemplate forever. She grabbed the golden bell within her reach and rang it. Barely two minutes later, Ramnusia Yuno appeared with a bright, radiant smile.
"D-Did you... s-sleep well, Senior?" Ramnusia stammered as she entered, the corners of her mouth twitching with amusement.
'She smells completely different from yesterday. It is the scent of liquid soap, rich with the fragrance of flowers. Moreover, seeing how beautifully her red hair shines, she has undoubtedly just showered.' Clafoutis twitched her fingers, her eyes darting back and forth.
'She does not look as though she stayed up all night, so I may assume she slept just as I did.' Having organized her thoughts, Clafoutis met the gaze of the smiling Ramnusia.
"Please prepare a meal for me."
"I-I figured you would say that." Ramnusia turned around, stepped out of the room, and returned pushing a silver cart. Unfortunately, it did not carry a lavish feast. There was only a single bottle of water and a sandwich on a plate.
"And... I w-wish to take a shower." Before the meal could even be brought into the cell, Clafoutis spoke up quickly.
'In the worst-case scenario, I might have to wash myself like a common prisoner! I cannot bear the thought of eating a sandwich soggy with sweat and soapy water!' While Clafoutis clenched her fists in anxiety, Ramnusia casually placed her hand on the wall with fluid grace.
"If that is what you wish, Senior... I can do that for you. H-However, it will consume all of the Praise Points you currently possess."
Clafoutis nodded, indicating she didn't care. 'Please, please... please! Let it not be washing like a prisoner or a beast...!'
She didn't smell bad yet. But Clafoutis was a noble lady; she had always washed her body first thing in the morning. This young lady desperately, desperately wanted to reclaim that simple, ordinary routine.
"Now... please wash to your heart's content, Senior." When Ramnusia pressed a button on the wall, the wall to Clafoutis's right sank into the floor with a loud rumble. Inside the recess stood a shower booth made entirely of transparent glass. There was no curtain to be found; a single showerhead and a bar of soap were all it contained.
"Ramnusia, surely you do not mean..."
"Yes, just as you suspect, Senior. You must show me your showering figure right in front of my eyes."
"T-This is absurd! This is a shameful act for which I should be receiving points instead!"
"If you do not want to, then do not wash." Ramnusia reached her hand back toward the wall.
"W-W-Wait! Wait! Wait! Please hold on!" Screaming, Clafoutis hurriedly crossed her arms in an 'X' shape.
"I shall shower properly, so p-please do not make it disappear." Forcing an awkward smile, Clafoutis took a step toward the transparent shower booth.
"Ah, and Senior... I am just mentioning this just in case. Well, since you are a noble lady, I am sure you would never do such a thing anyway." Ramnusia smiled, tapping her fingers against the iron bars.
"Do not even think about urinating while showering."
"Ha, haha... P-Please refrain from making such vulgar jokes."
"I am not joking; I am entirely serious."
Clafoutis swallowed hard. Unable to even lay a hand on the showerhead, she stared at Ramnusia.
"I will watch you from the moment you start showering until you finish. And if... you try to use that clever brain of yours to save points by peeing in the shower..."
"I-I would never commit such a filthy act!"
"Really? If you do, you will regret it for the rest of your life." Ramnusia's eyes were filled with absolute sincerity.
"Ugh..." Having her thoughts completely read, Clafoutis slowly backed out of the shower booth as if retreating, then looked at Ramnusia.
"The... t-toilet... first..."
Ramnusia immediately pressed a button on the wall. This time, the left wall receded, revealing another space enclosed entirely by transparent glass.
"...I-I said I wished to use the toilet!"
"You are currently imprisoned, Senior. Be grateful you do not have to do your business on the cell floor."
"T-This is...! You... vulgar! Trash!" Her face flushing red, Clafoutis pointed a trembling finger at the steps.
"Are you telling me to... to climb up these steps right now! And over that completely exposed, gaping hole...!"
"Yes. Squat down and do your business, Senior." Smiling, Ramnusia pulled up a chair and sat down.
"Haa... Haa... Haa..." Clafoutis rubbed her face with both hands.
'The toilet... the shower... the toilet... Ah, ah!!! To think that the eldest daughter of the Magica family is agonizing over such a thing?!' Along with a stomach-churning despair, intense shame dyed Clafoutis's face an even deeper shade of crimson.
"...The toilet first..." Clafoutis mumbled in a barely audible whisper. Powerlessly, she climbed the steps and approached the wide-open hole.
"Ah, Senior... y-you should be careful. I do not even know what would happen to you if you fell in."
"Ha, haha..." Letting out a hollow laugh, Clafoutis stared down into the dark hole for a long moment before slowly spreading her legs.
Having sat on a proper toilet her entire life, the very concept of squatting to relieve herself was incredibly difficult for Clafoutis to accept. But she desperately needed to pee. It was a fate she could not escape.
'Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!! To show someone else the act of urinating... this is utterly preposterous!' Screaming internally, Clafoutis awkwardly lowered her hips.
She tried to suspend her hips in midair as if sitting on a toilet, but it was physically impossible. Her knees trembled violently, forcing her to squat all the way down.
'Ah... my lower half... feels so... s-spread open...' Clafoutis furrowed her brow and covered her face with both hands.
"Senior, you must position yourself so I can see clearly."
"R-Ramnusia! Do you truly wish to observe such a... a filthy act in such detail?! Me! Urinating?!"
"Yes, show me. You must show me, Senior." Ramnusia smiled brightly as she spoke.
Clafoutis's eyebrows twitched repeatedly before she finally, slowly parted her legs.
'This is horrific! Filthy! Utterly horrific!' Forced into a wide M-shaped squat, Clafoutis wasn't even permitted to cover her face, so she gripped her knees tightly with both hands.
"Ah, hnghh..."
"Senior, your pussy is twitching."
"Ugh..."
"Ah, but rather than 'pussy'... right. Since we are both young ladies, would you prefer a slightly cuter word?"
At Ramnusia's words, Clafoutis's ears and the nape of her neck flushed a deeper crimson.
"Senior's cute little cunt is spreading open, eager to pee."
"P-Please...! S-Stop! Stop teasing me!" On the verge of tears, Clafoutis tensed her abdomen, squeezing her lewdly exposed opening shut.
Seeing this, Ramnusia immediately giggled, covering her mouth with her palm.
'If... if I were not in such dire need! I could have gone without a toilet for two days...!'
—Psssssssssh!
"Ah..." Screaming internally, Clafoutis bit her lip hard, her eyes dazed.
She did not want to show