Maid-Squire Varrot

Author's Note: A couple quick notes for any following. I have nothing against any characters I'm using, if I don't like the character then I won't use them or barely give them a mention. Secondly, if this chapter feels like it went a little too dark, stay tuned for things to come.
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"I don't think this is going to work, Private Nelson."

"Nonsense, you're perfect for the part, Elle!"

"... What about me makes me perfect to play the part of the witch? And why do I have to be in this ridiculous costume when your play is months away?" Varrot addressed the hyperactive wannabe starlet, not exactly elated to have her gushing at the 'perfection' of the ensemble Edy forced her to wear. The outer layer wasn't the issue, a long, flowing, tight-fitting black robe that accentuated her curves and made the erection of her nipples cleanly visible as far back as the last seats of the auditorium. Neither did the wide-brimmed witch's hat, or her cape's high, sinister collar perturb her. It was the layer of green makeup obscuring every inch of her flesh, and the costume she wore beneath the robe, that gave her cause for alarm.

Edy gleefully pinched Varrot's cheek, "For starters, Rosie said no. She wouldn't even take a look at the script. The nerve! Then when everyone started talking about you, I took one look at you and knew that after making a few tiny changes to the script, you'd fit fine."

"That wasn't an answer..."

"Let's get this show on the road everyone," Edy ignored her witchy co-star and bounced over to the lone man on the stage. "Are you ready?"

"I don't wanna do anything!" Herbert whined.

"Terrific!" Edy beamed. "Alright Elle, curtain's up! Oo, I love the grimace! Aaaaand action!"

Flipping open the script, she spoke the unfamiliar lines as she read them. "At last, my potion is complete!"

The action line telling her what to do, she took a small vial from a prop table and carried it over to the 'boiling' cauldron, the cold water glowing a mystical green through the simple stage trick of ragnite with a green color film wrapped over it. Dipping the vial into the water, Varrot pushed the cork on and hiked up her robe to store it in a concealed compartment.

Script since then moved to lay against her gown, she flicked her wrist forward to read the next passage. "With this, I can trick any man into thinking I look as good as the beautiful, charming, classy, talented, strong, smart, sexy, certain-to-be-great-in-bed star actress and hero of Gallia, Edy Nelson!"

"Oh, I got tingles!" Edy swooned.

After giving Edy a good, long, diminutive stare, to no effect, Varrot checked her script and immediately looked back at her. "I refuse to do this."

Edy pouted in the seat she'd chosen, front row of the auditorium. "Why not?"

"It's degrading. If you asked Private Stark to do this on stage, she would have slapped you."

"Playing the bad guy's an art!" Edy protested. "It takes a lot of talent to make people hate you."

"If it's such a prime part, why aren't you acting the role?" Varrot shot back. "I also want to know how this action can possibly be conceived of as evil."

"It's character building! And moi, a dastardly villain? I'm a star! Real stars never play the villain, those roles are made for women like you. Now go, go! You won't be ready if you don't rehearse the scene!"

Varrot grumbled. Misgivings aside, she had little say in whether she could deny the eccentric shocktrooper in the same fashion as Rosie. A scoff and a roll of her eyes signaled the tiny morsel of objection she had left to express. Taking broom in hand, she slid it under her robe and raised it up until it nestled snugly between her thighs. "Eheheheh, now to ride to the village and use this potion on the villagers!"

Bucking her hips forward, she slid the broom in likewise direction, then back, body showing a coordinated sway. She performed this same act twice more with a scowl, and referred back to Edy's moderately marked-up playbook. "No, my trusty broom, you heard me wrong! I wish to ride you to the village, not to orgasm! I can understand your mistake, for I must use you ten times a day to relieve the need for sex when no human or animal will have sex with me. Please stop rubbing against my vagina and take me to the village."

If Edy's script-writing were a meal, Varrot thought, no amount of wishing it would have allowed her to stomach such tripe. Noting the scene transition, Varrot removed the broom from its placement and walked over to where Herbert sat absent-mindedly thumbing through his version of the script.

"Your turn Herbie!" Edy shouted enthusiasm, failing to infuse him with her driven spirit. He sat silent, turning page after page, eyes blank and steady. A few unanswered calls of his name and Edy demanded that his co-star rouse him.

Sighing, Varrot tapped her broom handle against the inside of the pages. "Private Nielsen."

"Huh?" he sluggishly looked up to the sickly green-faced former commander.

"It's time to rehearse one of our scenes together, Private Nielsen."

Languid, Herbert got to his feet. "Yeah... eh... got it."

Varrot watched Herbert closely for a few seconds, making sure he would follow along so as not to make her repeat any lines. His level of interest determined adequate, she began the next scene with its opening act of her 'flying' in and lifting her robe to remove the vial. Shaking it gingerly, she monologued to the empty seats. "I have tricked all of the village to worship me like Edy Nelson. All except for this one man, and when I make him drink the last drops, I will rule them as their evil queen."

A few steps toward him SHOULD have cued Herbert's first lines. Instead, he stared slack-jawed at the page until the penetrating silence of a minute caught on. Finally aware, he said his lines in monotone streams, feeling to Varrot much like the unwieldy hammering of fingers on a piano. "Oh, uh, ewww, an evil old hag Rosie-with-line-through-it Captain Varrot-with-line-through-it The Witch is coming toward me."

"You wrote that I'm an evil old hag?!" Varrot glared down at Edy.

Even in the simple act of lying, the twin-tailed shocktrooper's acting prowess faltered, unconvincing in its execution. "Eheheh, those were supposed to be notes for the actor to remember who plays what character."

Scoffing, Varrot turned back toward Herbert and held the vial out. "Don't be afraid. It's true that I look like an old hag and can never bathe because water will make me melt, but if you drink this potion, I will become a beautiful maiden like Edy Nelson."

"That is a lie, nobody can become as beautiful as Edy Nelson," Herbert took the vial.

"It's true, drink it and see."

A few empty-headed seconds of staring at the script later, Herbert gave an apathetic 'oh, okay' and took the cork off the bottle. In one easy tilt, he drank the water and set the vial on the ground, faking an entirely unbelievable double-take of Varrot. "Wow, you were right. I can see your amazing silver hair under your ugly witch hat, and you have a cute nose exactly like Edy's."

"At last, I have tricked the last villager into drinking my potion. He can no longer see my hideous green face, or my unwashed black hair. I can finally wear what I really want to wear and... fuck all the men I want?"

"Ooo, keep going! You're getting to the good part!" Edy squealed.

Reading the next action sequence, Varrot reflected on the past few weeks. The past few weeks, bitter and stinging to her conscience, made the act Edy expected of her into a pale imitation of the indignities thrust her way. Cowed by authority, she set the script to the stage floor and bent down. Hands clinging to teh bottom edge of the robe, she let the fabric roll up and over her head, tossing it aside in the grand reveal of Edy's dream vision for the witch's costume.

Full body green colored her skin all across the tiny cracks and crevices of her slim and slender physique, hidden away by the black garb Edy chose for the costume design. A band of cloth formed a circle at her waist, where at the front, a loincloth hung down tattered enough to give a glimpse of her sex. The new cape to her back wrapped around her neck, splitting a little above her hips with a fine cut to put the divide of her buttcheeks on display while the cape continued its descent to almost touch the ground. Last, pasties covered her nipples in the shape of bats, drawing small attention to her chest. Ripped and torn, the net effect of her minimal clothes gave her an air more sloven than mystical, skin peeking out between holes.

Grabbing her script again, Varrot looked to Herbert. "I need your help, villager. I have been in great need of a penis inside my vagina and I cannot wait any more than I have since the last time I had sex one minute ago."

"Your manners are bad. I forgive them. I would be happy to have sex with you, now that you no longer look like an ugly old woman."

Breaking tone, Varrot read the action line aloud, a vein pulsing on her forehead. " 'The ugly, uncivilized old hag witch and the villager have sex?' Private Nelson, do you understand what you're asking me to do?"

"Yes!" Edy answered.

"This act is unconscionable! How could you ask ANYONE to have sex with a man on stage when they don't want to?"

"Does this mean I don't have to do anything?" Herbert whined.

"Why are YOU even part of this sick play?" Varrot posed to the engineer.

"Edy said she'd get me out of having to do things."

"Elle," Edy attempted to put on the face of a wisened expert of the field, though her words came out in their truest form to the keen-sensed former commander. "this is good for you! You let Ramona, Cherry and Audrey give you a makeover, and Nina gives you good exercise. I'm giving you a way to loosen up! So loosen up! Like the script says!"

Varrot took one brief glance at the script and fumed, "Your script gives me a line where I say I want my vagina to get so wide a Gallian tank could drive through it."

"See? It takes talent to write something that good! I did that for you, Elle." As clever as Edy tried to be, she acknowledged her plan wasn't working as well as she'd hoped by the way Varrot responded. The maid-squire's body shook with bundled rage, left knee popping forth once or twice as the effect cascaded down her legs. The quiver of Varrot's eyebrows led Edy's attention to her face. "Eww, I thought I gave you black contacts, not pink. Oh well! Let's go over the scene."

She wanted to fight it, to storm out like any true actor would have when a director gave them impossible or unethical demands. She imagined it over and over, yet like any good soldier, she was duty-bound and oath-sworn to uphold both the verdict of the courts and the chain of command. Forcefully pushing Herbert back, she ripped open his pants and pulled them down to rush through the undignified act as fast as she could.

"Great drive, Elle!" Edy cheered. "I really believe you want to have sex with him!"

"Quiet!" Varrot barked at her superior, mounting Herbert faster than his lagging wits had time to comprehend. In a shorter span of time, Varrot pulled him into her to hover on top as she laid back, his manhood dug within her pussy. The way she spoke from the script oozed with all the thoughts and emotions she wished could cut Edy deep enough to stir the wannabe actress to her senses. "I have finally convinced a man to stick his penis into my spider-infested vagina..." she paused, pushing past it. "In a week, my pussy will be so wide a Gallian tank could drive through it."

Inactive, Herbert's eyes trailed over Varrot's near-naked form and glanced aside to Edy, the first words coming out of his mouth enough to make Varrot slap her forehead and groan. "Do I have to thrust?"

"Yes, Herbert, it's part of the script," Edy informed.

With a dejected and lost sigh, Herbert mumbled, "Okay, okay, I'm thrusting."

Varrot lay there, loathing herself as the dispassionate weak link of Squad 7 apathetically pumped back and forth... and got a response. She felt her nipples stiffen in her pasties, her breath going shallow as her arms wrapped around his neck. To her slight fortune, the green paint hid pink arousal that would have shown to Edy and Herbert splotched across her chest. All this, as the script further insulted her.

"You look beautiful on the outside now," Herbert read aloud, "but your vagina feels cold and clammy. Your breasts," suddenly realizing the line required him to touch there, he unceremoniously mashed his hand into one of them, "feel like sandbags."

A few humps more, and Varrot's eyes shot open when Herbert's lips lifelessly pressed to hers in a sloppy kiss. She was still trying to sort her feelings for it, lips trembling, when Herbert mumbled more lines. "When I kiss you, I feel like I'm kissing a dead body. I wish the great and wonderful Edy Nelson were here."

To her indignation, she felt herself creeping ever closer to the one thing she both wanted and did not. It swelled in her abdomen and up to her chest, thinning out until she felt the tingle of warmth tap the crown of her head. It built from within, surging and frothing like an ocean's currents into a whipping whirlpool. Her feelings swirled, reaching the center...

"Stop!" Edy's voice rang out, Varrot mentally crying out her horror when Herbert halted before she could reach climax.

"Oh my, it's the beautiful and charming Edy Nelson!" Herbert blandly stated.

"I showed up in time to save the day again! That's not a beautiful maiden, villager, but a nasty old witch-hag."

"That cannot be," Herbert said. "She is bad in bed and lacks basic manners, but she looked beautiful after I drank her potion."

"It was the witch's trick," Edy threw a handful of sand in his face. "Look again."

"Oh ew," Herbert dismounted as the action line told him, sliding back to pull his pants on, zip, and button them up. "I cannot believe I had sex with that."

"It's okay, you didn't know!"

"Can I have sex with you?" Herbert asked Edy as per the script.

"I'm sorry, you're a cutie but way below me and besides, a true lady saves herself for the right man. First, I must do away with this evil old hag."

As much as she wanted to slap Edy for the built-up slanders to her name by proxy, Varrot followed along with the script.. at least, until she felt the twist of a nipple while Edy used it to bring her to her feet. "OW OW OW! Edy, what the hell?"

"Toughen up Elle," Edy said. "Your lines! Say your lines!"

Blinking past the pain, she rushed to move on. "Please, no, Edy Nelson. I have learned my lesson, please let me follow you like a bitch. I do not want to die."

"Sorry, witch, I don't keep strays. See ya!"

Varrot got a quick glance at her script one last time before she had to throw it off to the side, plunging back-first into the prop cauldron. Her head dunked into the water twice, she looked out, green dripping off her chin, as she spoke her last line. "Curses! The beautiful, smart and talented Edy Nelson has ruined my plan! If I'm lucky, monsters might have a use for me in the next life."

"Don't count on it," Edy said, with that fitting a cover over the cauldron.

Left to herself, Varrot sat in the cold, green glowing water. The minutes passed, counting them in her head, until at last she raised the cover slightly and called out to Edy. She watched the shocktrooper bounce merrily over.

"Yes? What is it, Elle?" Edy chirped.

"...Can I get out yet?"

"Oh no no no, see?" Edy presented the script. "It's a play that carries over into the next day. We say a lot of things about you and even use your cauldron for a few scenes. See? Here, it gets knocked around for a comedy skit. Here, the evil king uses it to"

"Can't I slip out during a scene or act change?" Varrot suggested.

"Of course not! It's not entertaining if you're not inside it."

"That's it, I'm getting out," Varrot protested and began to rise from the cauldron when Edy pushed it down.

"I thought you'd do this, that's why I got a little something to help you with some method acting!"

"Method acting?" The question echoed uselessly in the cauldron as she heard chains scrape outside it, accompanied by the sound of a lock clicking. She pushed against the lid, not a speck of light slipping under the crack. "Private Nelson, let me out of here this instant! I can't stay here overnight."

"Oh stop worrying Elle, you won't be here all night," Edy said, bringing a sigh of relief from Varrot that wouldn't last when she heard what more Edy had to say. "If I leave you out here, there's no telling where you'll end up! I'll keep you in my room tonight. You'll have the honor of being a decoration in my room, isn't that great?"

Varrot went silent at the arrangement Edy proposed, her green makeup washing from her face to stain the water she sat in. Maid-squire turned prisoner, she retreated to her thoughts, ragnite glowing beneath her.


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Story codes: M/F, Humil, D/s, Language, Other (acting, costume, insults, confinement)