The Oath

While Flame Witch was focused on her training as my assistant, I wasn't just sitting idle. I checked construction progress with my clones and went on dates with the women. The massive Skull Head Gang complex was coming together at a rapid pace, and aside from taming Flame Witch, nothing major happened.

"You know exactly what to say, right?"

"....."

On the third day of training, I shoved my phone in Flame Witch's face. She looked up at me with anxious eyes, and that confirmed it for me.

She's still acting.

Right now, Flame Witch called me "Master" and spoke to me in perfect polite speech. Anyone who saw her would think she'd fully submitted to me. But I didn't buy it.

It had taken a long time to make the level 9 superpower user Ice Queen mine. Why would someone even stronger like Flame Witch fall so quickly? I'd gathered enough intel to have my doubts.

And her reaction now sealed it. If she truly saw me as her master and had submitted, she wouldn't look so uneasy. She'd just make the call as ordered.

More importantly, no tattoo has appeared.

Last time, I'd converted most of the tattoos blackening my body—except the cool-looking ones—into experience points. It made spotting new ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ones easy. But no tattoo for Flame Witch had shown up anywhere on me. That was the clearest proof she hadn't truly submitted.

"What are you waiting for? Call."

"...Yes."

As she reached for the phone, I pulled my hand back.

"Nah, I'll hold the phone. Speaker mode—you just dial."

"....."

She bit her lip and punched in the number, calling somewhere.

The call connected, and I gripped the phone tighter. If she said anything stupid, I'd smash it right then.

"...Tell the Association President I'll rest up and come back."

She must've read my mind because she said exactly what I told her to her secretary.

Too bad.

I'd been ready to get rough if she slipped up.

Flame Witch yelled and hung up abruptly.

"Why'd you scream like that?"

"Shut up! Be quiet!"

"What the fuck, you bitch? You just yelled at me?"

"Ah..."

Realizing her mistake as my face darkened, she forced a smile and cooed in a sultry voice.

"M-Master, that's not—"

"Shut your mouth and get on all fours. Five loads creampie in a row."

"Aah..."

*****

Day 4 of training.

"Agh...! Kyaaah...!"

I cuffed her two wrists together and her two ankles, then wedged her usual staff between her knees to immobilize her. Unable to move, Flame Witch thrashed her head desperately, on the verge of death.

Blame the vibrators stuffed in her pussy and ass. Plus, both holes were filled with my cum, amplifying her pleasure to insane levels. Finally, the blindfold blocked her sight, heightening her other senses.

"M-Master... I really feel like I'm dying... Please spare me..."

"You won't die from that. And I'm keeping you hydrated with fluids and protein—how could you?"

"Aah... I'm going crazy... Please, mercy..."

"I said you won't die. Time for hydration anyway—open wide."

"Guh?!"

I grabbed her head and rammed my cock down her throat, pistoning like a sex toy until I came in her mouth.

"Hydration complete."

"Aaaang..."

Cum dribbling from her lips, she overflowed with erotic allure.

"Kyaaaaah~! I'm dying...!"

After leaving her like that for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠five hours, I plunged in, and she convulsed in orgasm before passing out. I woke her and alternated between her pussy and ass.

*****

Day 5.

A new item for Flame Witch: a dog collar around her neck. I held the leash, and a dog tail was plugged in her ass.

"Come here."

"Woof! Woof!"

"Good girl. Good girl."

"Woof! Woof!"

I scratched her chin and baby-talked; she mimicked a cute dog bark.

"My cute little Flame Witch. What do you eat to grow tits this big?"

"Ahhng...!"

Hugging her from behind, I groped her breasts lewdly. They were addictive—like they swelled bigger with every squeeze.

I bit her nape and fingered her pussy; she trembled.

"Master... I want it..."

"Oh dear."

She begged desperately for sex. I dramatically pulled away.

"A dog talking like a person? How cheeky."

"Ah... S-Sorry..."

"Sorry? Then take your punishment. But I'm a generous master—forgiven this once."

"Thank you..."

"Still talking?"

"...Woof! Woof woof!"

"That's better. A bitch should..."

"Gack?!"

I yanked the leash hard and gripped her tits roughly.

"...obey her master. Right?"

"Woof woof!"

"Good. Come here, Flame Witch. Time to mark your territory."

"....."

At my command, she lifted one leg and pissed.

Day 5 focused on shattering her humanity.

*****

Day 6.

Relentless day-and-night training wore down Flame Witch's mind. From day 4, the constant blindfold played a huge role—depriving sight made her lose track of time. No way to tell day from night.

Like a crack in a dam, sensory deprivation chained into crumbling her iron will.

Today, I turned her into a whore.

Squelch-! Squelch-! Squelch-!

"Hak! Haaah~!"

"Kuhuhu! Fucking an S-rank like this? Respect, bro!"

"Whatever. It's paid for—enjoy yourself."

The man pounding her pussy raw gave me a thumbs-up.

"Kuhuhu! Loosen up, you fucking slut. Love the cock that much? Sucking so tight I can't pull out!"

"N-No! Stop now...!"

"Kuhuhu! Bitch says stop but her pussy begs for more? Cum, you whore! Get knocked up!"

"Nooooooo!!!!!!"

"Hooah! Killer pussy."

Slap-!

"Ahng!"

He creampied her, slapped her ass, and backed off. We exchanged looks—his face was eerily identical to mine.

Yeah. The guy who'd just fucked her was me (Mark Two).

Crazy? Bringing in another guy? Nah.

Satisfied, I stepped out. The next guy entered—me again (Mark Three).

"My turn?"

"Kinda messy, but you paid—do what you want. Or wash her in the bathroom."

"Nah, raw dogging her like this."

Squelch-!

"Haaah! A-Again... please stop...!"

"Shut up and clamp that pussy, slut."

"Haaaang~!"

Using Mark Two, Mark Three, and Mark Five bodies, I took turns raping her before calling the next "guest."

This one was a woman. Yuna, sneaking in as ordered. Unlike the others, she obeyed perfectly—even wearing a vibrator strap-on to fuck another woman.

"Master, isn't that... Flame Witch?"

Blindfolded or not, Yuna recognized her instantly. I stroked her confused head and nodded.

"Yep. Slave Number Three. Your junior."

"J-Junior? Junior?!"

Her eyes sparkled at "junior."

"My junior?!"

"Yeah."

"You're fucked, bitch. Gonna senior-fuck you good!"

"Y-Yuna?"

"Haaaang~!"

Yuna, in vibrator panties, flipped her roughly and thrust in.

"Squeal! Squeal, you sow slut!"

"S-Squeee..."

"Louder!"

Slap-!

"SQUEEEEE! Oink oink oink!"

"Kyahaha~! Yeah! You're a sow! Loving it even from another girl!"

Madness gleamed in Yuna's eyes as she senior-fucked her.

"....."

What the? Did I corrupt Yuna this much? The pure girl was gone.

Anyway...

Senior fucking a junior? Too hot.

"Can't hold back."

Watching Yuna rape her made my cock throb max-hard. I jumped on the bed and joined, double-teaming Flame Witch with Yuna.

*****

Day 6.

Slurp! Slurp slurp! Sluuurp! Lick~!

"...Hmm?"

"Hng..."

Warmth on my crotch woke me—blindfolded Flame Witch sucking my cock on her own initiative.

I sat up and fingered her pussy.

Squelch-!

"Hng~!"

Her pussy was flooded with juices, soaking the sheets down her thighs.

Time's right?

I pulled out, removed the blindfold.

"Ugh...!"

She squinted at the light. Once adjusted, her eyes opened.

I made her kneel on the floor and stood before her, resting my saliva-slick cock on her head.

"Aaaah..."

She gazed up at it in rapture.

"Flame Witch."

"Yesss... Master..."

"What's your real name?"

"My... real name..."

Tranced, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠staring at my cock, she answered blankly.

"Ignis..."

"Ignis?"

To check if even this was acting, I opened her status window for final verification.

Checks out.

Flame Witch's real name was Ignis. No deception.

"Ignis. What am I to you?"

"You are... my Master..."

Shaaaa—

A brilliant light poured from her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠body, drifting as particles before sinking into my right chest.

"What are you to me?"

"I am... Master's flesh toilet..."

Shaaaaaaa—!

The light intensified, tracing lines into a tattoo on my chest.

"You are mine. Your body and soul—all of it belongs to me. As mine, you permit no one else your body or soul. They are mine alone. Do you acknowledge?"

"Yes... my body and soul are all Master's..."

"Kiss my cock to swear your sincerity."

"Aaaah..."

She gently gripped it and kissed the tip like a lover.

Shaaaaaaa—!!!!!

The light fully absorbed. A fading glow left a tattoo of a seductive woman wreathed in flames—resembling Ignis.

"You are mine forever. Forever."

"Aah... I'm so happy, Master!"

"Spread your legs and take Master's cock."

"Yes! Hurry! Stuff my slutty pussy with Master's magnificent cock!"

Squelch-!

"Haaaah! Yes! So good! Aah... Master! I love you, my Master!"

Ignis hugged me tight, joyous at her filled pussy.

A bit faster than expected.

I'd planned a week, but succeeded a day early with Ignis.

Now for the rest...

Lure the fox from her den. And snag that 365-year-old hag while I'm at it.