“ARTICLE 3. NO PERMANENT DAMAGE. All nations and all girls are strictly forbidden from inflicting permanent or long-lasting harm on non-consenting girls. It is equally forbidden to effect a permanent or long-lasting bodily change on a non-consenting girl even should that change be beneficial to her. Any violation of this article will be most severely punished by all Parties and by the Ancients.” — excerpt from the Treaty on Friendly War
“You cannot force me to go!” I shouted at her. “Go get somebody else. I will not participate!”
But Ciel, the Princess’s representative who came to fetch me, did not take ‘no’ for an answer. She stayed in my room for hours, convincing me to accept my role, but I, too, would not relent.
“Astra, the Princess has chosen you. It is your duty to go. And your privilege. You will represent the entire nation!”
“That is precisely the problem!” I said, “I would go there, and fail, and then let everybody down, and then… then I would get punished by them and…”
“They’re not our enemies, Astra. It is a friendly competition. We lose nothing if you fail. You won’t be letting anybody down, no matter what happens.”
We talked, and talked, and in the end, Ciel zoomed in on the root of the issue. I was afraid of the mess, and of the punishments. Really afraid. You see, the kissborn, back then, we didn’t do mess. We lived clean. To have my body plastered with food, and gunk and mud, that was something out of stories, not something that could happen to me. Not something that I wanted to happen to me.
“It’s not so unpleasant, Astra,” said Ciel, “in fact, many of us actually enjoy it.”
I was incredulous, “you enjoy… getting punished?”
She chuckled, “in a manner of speaking.”
“But… it’s humiliating!”
“Yes,” she nodded, “but less so if you make genuine efforts to avoid it; and the pleasure of getting dirty somewhat makes up for it. Come with me. I’ll show you.”
She rose and I followed her to her home. It was a small house, meant for one girl, at the outskirts of the town. It was hard to believe that the girl was living alone and so distant from everybody else, but there are all sorts of people in the world. She led me to a cold room. Strange metal contraptions lined the walls. “What… what do you want to show me?”
“Let’s start off with this.”
At that, Ciel produced an egg seemingly out of nowhere and smashed it in my hair. At first I felt just a shock, then the stickiness, then the movement of the yolk. It fell on my nose and from there on the floor. Ciel just had this grin on her face. “How was that?”
“What…” I was confused, “what did you do?”
“I ‘punished’ you with an ‘egg’. It wasn’t very painful, was it? Try this now.”
She cracked two more eggs on my head and then massaged the yolk into my hair. The egg stuck to it. But I had rather long hair back then and Ciel couldn’t cover it all with just those eggs so she grabbed three more to ensure all of my hair was covered in egg. “What do you feel like?”
“It is disgusting,” I said immediately, “it smells, now I smell, it’s sticky and unnatural, and dirty and it falls off of me, and why would you do that, Ciel?”
“Okay, so, clearly we’re not off to a great start here,” she answered, “let’s try pies instead.”
She took from a cupboard several cream pies on a paper-thin base. I was so stunned with this turn of events that I just stood there, doing nothing. I braced myself for more disgusting mess on my body. And it came. First, Ciel lifted up my shirt and placed a pie on my tummy. She let the shirt fall back again and then pushed the pie under it against my skin. I gasped at the pie’s coldness.
Ciel then did the same thing on my lower back and upper back. This wasn’t so bad, I thought. I actually even enjoyed it a little. The feeling was refreshing. But then the next two pies came on my cheeks and a third on my face. The cream went into my ears and nose. My vision blanked. It felt like I was suffocating.
I threw the pies away. “Ciel!”
She seemed oblivious, “what?”
“Is this what’s waiting for me at the competition if I lose?”
She bit her lip. “It’s… a start of what’s waiting for you.”
“Then I’m not going,” I said. “I understand what you’re trying to do here, and I thank you for it, and, yes, maybe I could get used to most of it, in private, but some of these… things… and in public, I just can’t do it.”
She pondered her response for a while. I really hoped at the time that she would just say ‘okay’ but she didn’t. Instead, she just said “but you will” and threw another pie in my face. She made me go through a lot that day. She knew I couldn’t avoid the competition so she did her best to make me ready.
I remember she had me pull down my skirt and sit on a cake just in my panties— and then she filled those panties with sauce, in the front and in the back, until they were overflowing. I hated it — it was humiliating and it felt violating. My crotch was supposed to be my own, but here she was, stuffing my underwear with food.
Then again, it did feel nice. I liked Ciel, and the foods touching my private areas gave me pleasure. When Ciel’s hands pressed on my underwear from all sides, pushing the food against my skin, I closed my eyes and felt heavenly for a moment.
And that moment then ended when she grabbed fistfuls of mashed potatoes and pressed that into my face. I barely managed to close my eyes in time. When I shouted in protest, she raised my chin, opened my mouth stuffed in a fluffy purple ball. It was attached to a strap that she put over my head. A gag.
She also tied my arms and legs to the chair. Then she brought in a bucket full of water and ordered me to put my feet inside. I reluctantly obeyed and placed my legs up to their knees in the bucket. It was icy cold! I moved to get them out of the bucket but when I did, Ciel landed another pie in my face and pressed down on my legs. “Stay in.”
Each time I thought it would end, Ciel added something more.
I remember her pouring a bucket of orange slime down my shirt and the feeling of the slime as it cascaded down my chest. Just after that, Ciel produced scissors and cut away my skirt. She then used the same scissors to cut holes in my shirt and in panties, and then smash pies onto those holes.
Some time later, she had me strip fully naked, put all of my remaining clothes into the ice-cold bucket and then put those clothes back on. I’m shivering even now as I recall that.
When we were finally done, I was lying on the floor, my outer clothes destroyed, my underwear in a sorry state and covered in food and my entire body as dirty as it had never been before.
I looked up at Ciel with tears in my eyes as she pulled out the gag. “Do I… do I really have to do it?”
I could see in her eyes that she wished she had a different answer but we couldn’t oppose our Princess. She said, “I will be there with you, on the same team. I will take the punishments you take as well. Don’t worry. We’ll be together. What’s happening to you will also happen to me.”
I nodded. That… that would help. It wouldn’t be just me who’s the next laughing stock for two nations. I would have a friend there with me. Maybe that way I could even enjoy it… a little.
“The competition, it could be worse than what I did to you here,” she said. To make her point, Ciel placed her bare foot over my panties and pressed. I let out a scream of pain. The food inside cushioned the force but it Ciel was pushing against my crotch with all of her strength.
She then pressed her other foot on my crotch as well so as to stand on it with her full weight. I bit my lip to keep silent.
“But,” she smiled, “if we win it completely, nothing will happen to us at all!”
I breathed heavily. I was so afraid.
In the end, of course, it was even worse than the worst that I imagined that day. The competition came to be the start of the Original War. But that session there with Ciel, it was the start of my career as a fighter. A career that I came to enjoy very much, and a career in which I saved the world.
So in that sense, I suppose, things would turn out all right. But it was a long ride.
Author’s note: I first drafted a synopsis of the this chapter in December 2017. I then lost interest and returned to this story only in July 2019 when I wrote a one-page summary of the plot. I have been slowly inching forwards since then. I started publishing now to commit myself to actually getting it done.