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The Foxgloves’ punishment had been so intense that they hadn’t noticed the constant jeering and mockery from the crowd—the soldiers Marianna had brought, the townspeople they commanded such rough treatment for, and even the soldiers they once commanded, now part of Marianna’s army. But now, the sounds of the crowd suddenly seemed more menacing. “Oh, have they had enough up there yet? Is it time to bring them down to your ministrations?” Marianna said, pandering to the crowd.

Now it was Fiona’s turn to laugh. “It burns!” Selene shouted, about the pepper in the mixture. “Of course it does, I made it to temporarily blind your troops. But glad it seems to work just as well on sorceresses,” Yvette responded. “Ex-sorceresses, and pathetic specimens at that,” Marianna corrected.

“Bullseye!” shouted Yvette as her next peppered cream pie hit home. “No,” Marianna mused, “More like a cow.” “Cow’s eye!” Yvette shouted, in correction.

So taken up by Fiona's ordeal was she, as well, as the occasional spark of blue lightning that flew across her backside, that she missed Yvette's calculations going on below.

Even Selena couldn't help but break a smile; while she was in a terrible state, stripped of her powers, spanked, zapped with lightning as she was, the power of shadenfreude for her counterpart, lover, and sometimes rival, was too tempting.

Marianna chuckled, “You finally look like the ridiculous excuse for a sorceress that you are, or should I say, ‘were,’ since I took your powers? You can finally drop that ‘Countess’ poppycock, now, dear Fiona, we all know what you are, a piglet from the swamp left on our doorstep to feed and educate. From what I’m seeing, it seems we did too good a job of the former, and not well enough at the latter.”

Fiona spat some of the cream that had gotten in her mouth, and tried to close her eyes as the pepper-laced cream burned her face, but Marianna's magic kept her eyes open.

“Not bad!” the Sorceress said as the first payload hit Fiona square in the face.

After a few agonizing minutes, Marianna was interrupted. “I brought the catapult, and some ammunition, extra pepper in them, as you requested,” the inventor said. “How good is your aim?” Marianna replied, gesturing. Yvette rubbed her hands together and smiled as she knelt down to calibrate the machine.

Again, the lightning didn't harm the ex-sorceress, but she could feel the pain. The shock made her hair stand on end, freeing itself from the buns of her elegant coiffure, before falling to her shoulders.

“I didn’t forget about you, either, Selena, remember I have your wand as well. It’s much…thicker. And I think it likes…lightning!” Marianna waved her hands, and suddenly Selena’s wand was shooting blue lightning bolts at her backside.

After a few intense moments, it subsided, leaving the countess' warmed backside shedding smoke…or was it steam?

While it didn't damage her, her skin, already red from the spanking, got redder.

Fiona’s jaw dropped as her entire backside was engulfed in flames. The burning sensation was unspeakable. But, true to her word, the fire didn’t harm a hair, although it did occasionally invade some of Fiona’s more private areas.

"Oh, dear!" said Marianna, "did that hurt your expansive backside? Try this!" Marianna produced Fiona's wand, and with a flick, it floated past her to a position behind her. With another flick, it let forth a tongue of flame like a dragon's fire.

"Don't be afraid, dear," the redheaded sorceress continued.  "This fire won't harm you too much.  But you'll feel every bit of its intensity!"

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The sleepy town of Dacqoise sat at a quiet bend

As her rear cheeks turned red, Fiona could handle the pain no longer. Her eyes welled up with tears, and soon her own makeup made rivulets down her front cheeks.

Mariana waved her wand, and a pair of red, glowing paddles appeared behind the sisters.

As if wielded by invisible hands, the paddles slapped and punished the naughty sorceress’ backsides.

Mariana waved her wand, and a pair of red, glowing paddles appeared behind the sisters.

“While your sister may be a soft one, you’re a tougher nut to crack…"

Marianna paused for a moment, then called to one of her guards.  "Get that weird little inventor from before.  Yvonne or whatever.  Tell her to bring that device she spoke of."  "Yes, your majesty," the guard said, bowing.  Then paused for a moment, afraid that saying how that plan might run into an obstacle would get he...

Shocked as Countess Fiona was, however, she refused to give the sorceress the satisfaction of her tears. She set her jaw and tried to bear the pain.

Finally, the fabric, even strengthened by magical enhancements as it was, could stretch no further; first Selena’s then Fiona’s tore away from them. Whatever magical force had held them promptly let go, and the shredded fabric floated to the ground like a leaf from a tree.

The pain and humiliation brought tears to Selena’s eyes, and her makeup started running down her face.

As the cloth tightened, the sisters began to bounce up and down, their bodies jiggling with the force of the spell, but more importantly, the strained garments finding their way deeper and deeper into hidden places.

“What lovely undergarments!” Marianna said, and, with a wave of her hand, the backs of the sisters’ panties flew up ward, as if some invisible force was pulling on them, shoving the bunched cloth into their nethers.

At the same time, she magically removed Selena’s shoes, and only Fiona’s right boot.

The two women levitated above the jeering crowd, their bodies laid bare so different from what people had seen before. With only undergarments and footwear, little protected their modesty.

And with their hands held in place by magic, they couldn’t cover up. “Please stop, let us down,” Selena whined. “Let us go now or we will take such revenge on you—“ Fiona spat, but the wavering of her voice made it clear that she didn’t believe her bravado. After all, this was a powerful sorceress. The sisters defeating her togethe...

And Fiona’s gut burst through, as the corset finally gave up the last threads holding it together.

“I hear you…you’re dreading the corset coming off,” Marianna said, “it hides sooo many sins. I can feel your strength of will when you enchanted it. You never wanted it to come loose in public. But your magic is mine, now…may the fabric tear as it will!”

The seams of the corset were starting to pop under the strain of what was underneath.

then Selena's dress started to rip around her navel, and the tear spread up between her breasts. Marianna was weakening the magic and letting their flesh tear the fabric, but then, she started to manipulate the clothing to clear it away.

Fiona’s corset was intact at first, for some reason.

She waved her hands in smooth, circular motions, as if unwinding a large spool of string. As if in answer to her, the sisters’ clothes started to pull, to strain, and tear, mostly along seams.

The tears started where the flesh was packed so tight that the fabric, without magic, could no longer hold—the backsides, the thighs,

“No! Please!” Selena said. “We’ll do whatever you want, please don’t” Fiona begged. “You’ll do whatever I want, because I am Marianna le Foy,” the redheaded witch smiled.