POV Boxing - Niffty's Punishment

Last extermination was a bit of a nightmare, huh? I bought this huge bunker scared shitless that some exorcist was going to slice off my big red head, praying to god they sliced my boss Jerry's dick in half instead. Then the whole thing to get cancelled in like, what, an hour? Two? Needless to say, I was a little mad.

Why'd no one tell me that the princess opened up some giant whore house for pansies? Why'd no one tell me we had a princess?! Going to war with heaven? And winning? What a load of bull. I had to go see it for myself.

I walked up the sparkly rhinestone path trying not to look down in fear of barfing my eye's out. But that gigantic scarlet sign reading "HAZBIN HOTEL" embraced in golden lights might've been even lamer.

I finally got to pounding the front door and waited, slouched and bored. They took forever. One my 20th knock, the door flung open and I took a step forward.

              "Hey, this is that princess' place, right? Can I talk to her, I got somethin I wanted to say..." I blurted out without hesitation. But I didn't see anyone at the door, and my step forward had my foot land on some thin stick-like litter on the floor. It ended up being a woman. I looked down to see a small white cyclops lady, in a red maid dress fit with large white apron; a few blood stains on it matching her rosy cheeks punctuating a sharp smile wrapped around her singular massive red eye.

              "Hi! I'm Niffty. Our other staff is out for the day, so I'm in charge! Hahaha!" I pitied her enough to take my foot off of her, the whole of her stick-y legs and arms covered in tight black gloves and stockings. Looking down at that tiny cute face, I pitied at her, increasingly annoyed at the twinge of unevenness latent in her gaze.

              "What are you, some kind of mascot? Get out of my face," I said to her, trying to push my way passed her and into the building. "I know Ms. Morning-Bitch is hiding in here somewhere." I shoved her whole body to the side, the light little thing slamming into the wall. Not that I cared.

              But then, right as I was taking in the sickeningly sweet air of the lobby, Niffty started giggling from behind me. "Ooooooh... You're a bad boy~" I turned to see her stanced quite oddly, her tiny legs spread wide and almost squatting, jittering up and down. Not to mention her swelling eye with the look a bull would give a china shop while wearing red contacts.

              I scoffed back, "If you say so, toots."

              Niffty scuttled up to me like a bug before she crawled up my leg and grabbed me by the collar, "Imma give you a tour!!!" Her giant beady eye in the middle of her scarlet bob made me wanna squash her, but it made me realize something. This was the dirty maid I saw on the news broadcast! The one who stabbed Adam. That prick.

              I had found the bigshot I was looking for. "Sure. Show me around before I get bored and leave, why don't you? You know this place is filthy, right?" And so the nagging began. I had all my lines rehearsed, and they were already starting to work. Niffty's body fell down to the ground where she looked up at me with a drooped expression.

              She said with a slight nervous laughter, "Well, while I do clean, hehe..." when her eyes suddenly slanted. "I know how to get a bit dirty~"

Not the reaction I was looking for. But I wasn't out of material anytime soon.

              I sighed, "Let's just move on, what kind of shitty-"

              "TOUR START!!" Niffty squealed as her hand tiny hand tried to pull mine away, unsuccessfully. But even as her tiny hand was crushed by my barely tightened grip, I decided to follow along. Figured it'd be fun.

I soon learned 2 things: This place was fucking huge, and so was this girl's patience. We went through what must've been 50 rooms, and I had harsh words for every one. But no matter what I said, she kept insistently flirting with me. Like, sure, I'm hot shit, but c'mon! Every time I broke a plate in the kitchen, she'd just sweep it up with a dust pan and snicker my way.

              I'd say, "Do you even have bleach? Both for these dirty walls and my eyes."

              And she'd say, "Oh I have the nicest tools you could find, want me to use em~?"

              "This window has a terrible view."

              "I could give you a better one~"

              "This sucks ass."

              "Me too."

It was infuriating. Being so tiny, I started to think she must've just annoyed Adam to death. I had to break her eventually. But room after agonizing room went by, every one drifting Niffty's gaze slightly more toward me. The lights were starting to give me a headache. Luckily, the ride finally stopped in a darker room which by the musty smell was clearly not as used as the others. She lead me through the dark and I swear to god if she's taken me to a sex dungeon I'm going to burn this place to the ground.

Suddenly, I heard a click behind me and blaring lights lit up above me. I was... in a boxing ring. I guess that's better? Niffty suddenly appeared right behind me with her high pitched voice getting me bringing my headache right back.

              "And this is our gym! We have top of the line material and lights. Just like our top of the line cleaning staff~" the maid said. When I turned to face her, she held some clothes in her hand.

              "What're those rags? Need me to do the laundry cause you're so damn lazy?" I said, yanking it from her.

              She snickered back, "You always know just what to say, hehe... But no, they're clean! Please try it on. It'll look so cute on you~"

              "Whatever." Gives me more material to complain about I guess. I unpeeled the shorts and realized she'd handed me a full boxing outfit, fit with professional grade shorts. Inside the folds were even a pair of gloves which were surprisingly fit for my hands. I've dabbled a fair bit into the sport, and, though I'd never admit it, this was actually great quality. I couldn't resist trying it on. As I slipped it on, I asked, "Do you always give any jerkoff that walks in here free shit?" only to turn my head and realize I was talking to air. Niffty was completely gone.

The room was silent, unmoving for once. Thankfully. But then I thought about my situation for a second. I was stood here in a boxing ring, hot lights shining down on me with nothing but ropes at all my sides, wearing a boxing uniform even fit with gloves. This bitch just baited me into a fight, didn't she?

Suddenly, Niffty leaps up on top of the ropes ahead of me, completely changed herself.

The short stack had completely done away with her apron and dress, all the subtle pale curves held in strapped red lingerie. It hadn't been long enough that she fully changed into that, and that terrifyingly wide smile and ravenous eye told me too that she'd been wearing that under the dress all along. She still wore her long gloves and stockings, each of her limbs encased in shiny black latex. But what really pulled together the sight were the ends of her arms, a pair of big red gloves matching her scarlet bob and lustful eye.

              "You've been very baaaad boy, mister. As current head mistress of this hotel: Prepared to be punished!!" she announced at the top of her lungs. She came skittering toward me, her gloves up around her ravenous face. I suddenly found myself at the start of a boxing match.

And I kicked. Cause fuck the rules.

Without fear, I spread my arms out wide and let her bum rush me, looking to show off. I saw her tiny legs rattle over the ground, taking a million steps before she was in punching range, winding one up while staring at my chin. I let her get a nice and close look when I held my leg back and football punted her like she was a ball, crunching into her ribs and launching her right back into the ropes, getting a good spin or two against the ropes while squeaky voice vibrated and grunted. I just kept walking forward, cracking my knuckles through my gloves. Time for some fun.

I see her sharp little legs flail in the air, her small body tied up in the ropes like a fly caught in a spider's web, and I was looking to let my fists eat. I wound up without warning and have her a face full of fist, slamming my glove into her face, then into her gut, and then her waist; battering her around off the ropes. As my new paddle ball bounced, every hit would get another cheeky little grunt from her, losing more and more power with each hit until it started to sound like animalistic growls. I saw her eye open wide and full, the pupil aimed right toward my face with red lines in her sclera which I assumed were from the pain.

              I scoffed, "Heh. What a punishment. Go on! Fight back, roach," knowing full well that she couldn't stop her limbs thrashing around her helplessly as she let out another little moan. I noticed that she was smiling. What kind of...?

Getting bored of my red little sandbag, I planted my foot down hard and shook my fist behind me, angered at the very sight of her widening smile. Even then, her conniving little snicker rang in my ear. I wanted to mute it. With one last big punch headed straight into her cheek, I felt her fangs grind against each other through my glove before she went flying back, the ropes themselves bending backward stretched thin by the force of my punch. But in the moment, the ropes fully went back, I realized she had gotten unstuck, reeling her whole body back like a slingshot.

              "If you say soooo~" Niffty whispered, voice as light as a butterfly.

She shot me a wink before she shot herself, letting the rubbery material fire her right at me like a cannonball.

I took a step to the right. She face planted right behind me, a thud shaking the ring before she got up, pouting at me.

              "Stay still!" she yelled, skittering toward me again even with a bruising body and enflamed eye. The little lingerie-clad maid started swinging wildly.

              "Nah," I simply responded, using barely any effort to side step each of the punches, even going as far to fully jump over one to show just how much smaller she was than me; in size and power. She started growling, but I just put out my glove and placed it right on her forehead, letting her uselessly thrash at me without having the reach or power to get passed just my arm stretching out towards her. It was honestly adorable, especially as she protested.

              "We're fighting! Let me fight you!!" she whined. I shrugged, deciding to give her what she wanted.

              "Fine," I smirked.

I let my glove off her head, letting her lunge forward, leading her gut straight into my ducked down uppercut, launching her tiny legs off the ground and gagging the air out of her lungs. I kept going, cocking my arm back and firing up into her gut again, knocking the wind out of her in no time. She didn't even have enough time to gasp before the next hit came and did the same thing, then another, then another. I dug further and further into that little stomach, he air leaking out of her in repeated pained grunts and moans, her smile somehow persisting as drool started to leak from the corners of her fangs; like she was somehow enjoying this. Little fucking freak.

Eventually though, the lack of wind in that smiling crooked grin caught up with her, the grunts muting into barely audible gasps for air as her knees buckled. With one last curved shot aimed into her little chest, hard enough I feel her heart stop for a second, she collapsed like a ragdoll onto the ground. Her back splattered over the ring, each limb in spread a snow angel pattern.

              "Done, already, fucking brat?" I asked, rhetorically.

This girl was out. I looked up and down her body, admiring the stillness. Her face still drooled in a smile, but with that giant eye closed she almost looked normal. Too normal. I started to see the tiny twitches her in legs, a certain excited rhythm to them that was unusual for the truly unconscious. Then I started to here her breathing again, a heaving which was much more feverish than tired. Then a tiny sliver of red peered from her eye lid. She was out alright- out of her damn mind.

              "You ain't tricking me, bitch," I said, raising a glove, ready to pound her further into the ground.

              "Hehehehehehehehe" she snickered lively as her body popped off the ground, starting to crawl up my leg before I could throw my next attack. Instantly a shiver went across my body, feeling her sharp little fingers and legs trickle up my leg and into my waist. It tickled. I whipped my leg back to front, sending her off of my leg with a 'thwip' across the air until she once again landed face down into the mat. Before she could scurry off again, I pounded my glove into her small spine, getting a piercing squeak out of her. Then I did it two more times. Her body twitches again, like a fly swatted. But just like a bug, I knew I had to put her down or she'd just come back even more irritating than before. I picked up her little body, her legs dragging against the floor, and instantly her limbs pathetically thrashed in a half-assed attempt to escape the hold of my single-gloved grip pulling at the ends of her hair.

              I chuckled at her, "Not too late to give up and behave yourself, you know." It was too late. But I didn't want her knowing that.

              "I accept no mercy!!" Niffty said while reaching her gloves toward my face in a desperate bid to land a punch. It was admittedly adorable, in an annoying kind of way

              "Well, how bout this then?!" I growled, having a bit too much fun as I turned her around and spanked her plump little white butt, almost completely out in that tiny red thong. I watched it jiggle and itself turn a bit red as she scratchily moaned with way too much passion. Even now, she was somehow enjoying this. This was starting to get a frustrating. "Fine, I'll bring out the big guns!!"

Without hesitation, I yank her freshly off the ground by her hair, her legs launching off the mat higher than she could jump. I let go of her hair as she got some serious air time, barely able to register what was happening. Right at the apex of her launch, I slammed the inside of my glove straight into her neck, slamming the back of her head right onto the turnbuckle. I squeezed the thin white pole of a throat between my palm and thumb, letting her legs hang mercilessly as I listened to her chokes.

              "Still liking it, freak?!" I asked in determination to reach my toy's limit. Much to my infuriation, she actually somehow was. Her eye was wide open, her pupil nearly rolling to the back of her head while she bit hard onto her still slightly drooled lip, but she still cackled and convulsed through every choke for breath. She couldn't answer me with words, instead raising her glove and clinging onto my arm. I thought she was trying to get me off at first until I felt a very feint force. She was puling me toward her, as if asking my to choke her harder. And so I did. Her snickers became louder, the little masochist having the time of her life as I choked every ounce of air out of her. "Satan, you are insistent for such a weak bitch, tiny." I used my other glove to punch hooks into her ribs to speed up the process, she only bit her lip harder.

I couldn't break her just yet, but damn I was having fun trying.

Soon enough Niffty's lip started leaking out a tiny stream of red-hued drool down her face, but that evidently wasn't satisfying enough for her. She opened her mouth agape with a euphoric gasp, a wiggling smile sustaining for a moment before her golden teeth came crunching into my rubber glove. Despite all the padding of the boxing glove, the fangs managed to pierce enough to feel the sharp ends graze my skin. She nibbled like a rabid animal, degrading herself even further in a desperate bid to escape. It was adorable watching this tiny woman think of ways to fight back, but I knew that will wouldn't last long. I could've kept her there and choked her out, but that nibbling was a little irritating, so I settled on throwing her. I lifted her off the post by her neck and flung her down at the ground. It was like throwing a doll.

Niffty skidded and folded and bounced and crashed over the ground like a stone skipping in a river before she was laid upside down in the opposite corner of the ring. Her legs hung above her slightly red little butt while her eyes spun around in a daze. I marched toward her with crossed arms and a chuckle.

              I put it simply: "You're fucking pathetic."

By the time I reached Niffty, she had struggled back onto her feet. Her legs wriggled and twitched, barely strong enough to handle her feather-weight body, each purple bruise huge on her once perfectly pale skin. I kneeled down, bending my knees into a squat and still needing to bend my head down to meet her face to face. Her one teary eye was so close to being black that I wondered if she could even see me, but I could tell she could by her increasingly hot and heavy breath along with an ecstatic little moaning voice calling from the back of her throat. The little maid was too chipped away to even think of throwing a punch. The fight was over, but her punishment was just beginning.

              I ask, "How do you wanna be finished off, you weak little slut?", making sure to spit a little in her face with each word.

              "P-p-I-P-ughh~" she spat and sputtered, eye twitching uncontrollably.

              "Spit it the fuck out!!" I demanded.

              "P-p-PAINFULLY~!!" she gleefully hissed.

I was more than happy to oblige.

I wind up and harden my fist before barreling it into Niffty. Over and over and over and over. I crush into her ribs with an uppercut, batter her cheeks left and right, launch my glove straight into what was left open on her eye; anywhere that'd keep her screaming. Every heavy hit had a beautiful moan of horrific pain to go along with it, her voice and my beating creating a beautiful song. Her body began thrashing around, like her nerves couldn't even control themselves anymore, stumbling and flailing like an inflatable balloon. She'd become nothing but a punching bag. But even Niffty had her limits, her moans starting to peter out slightly with time and her body slowing to a crawl from the fatigue. She was so obviously ready to fall, but I picked her up by the leg to keep that from happening. Hanging upside down, limbs practically limp reaching toward the floor, I kept pummeling her, watching her body swing and jiggle in the air as she finally lost all control of it. I saw her eye finally close, one last gasping breath escaping her lips before even the tiniest twitching stopped and she went unconscious in my grip.

              "Finally!" I sighed with a smirk.

I let go of her body and watched it flop onto the floor with a thud, her tongue flinging out and resting on her bloody lip. Niffty's limbs folded each other like noodles, the maid finally forced still and at rest.

I stomped on her, hard. Like the bug she is. One more little wheeze of pain left her body, but nothing could wake her up now, at least not anything soon.

              "Now be a good girl and clean up this mess." I said while taking off my gloves and throwing them at her.

I left the ring and the hotel without a second thought, satisfied. At this point I'd completely forgotten why I even came here. But now I knew: I'd definitely be back.