Face the Witch

You decide to go for the witch. Surely you can handle a one on one fight. You take the right hallway, coming around the turn full-speed, but the sight that greets you stops you suddenly in your tracks.

Buck naked and staggering through the halls- leaking a glowing blue ooze from every orifice- it's the black haired girl from before. Her bun is now loose and messy, and she is practically coated in the ingredients she'd been mixing for her potion.

As she sees you she bares her teeth, ooze leaking from her mouth. She roars and charges you, telekenetically ripping your knife from your belt before you can even get a firm grip on it.

The two of you exchange blows, but she ooze has seemingly strengthened her. She gets the upper hand easily, and pins you against the wall with her arms.

You panic as you struggle to breath, and do the worst thing a bounty hunter can possibly do. "I- I submit-" You manage to **** out between breaths. "Take me to your Mother..."

The girl laughs at you, before pushing you against the wall once more, causing you to fall on your butt. "You'll be meeting the Mother again soon." She said, sneering. "But you get to answer to me first."

You looked up, your head ringing from the blow, and your eyes bulge as your vision returns. From the Witch's pelvis, the ooze has grown and formed in the image of a penis. She grabs a handful of your hair and pulls you towards it.

You immediately clench your jaw as tight as you can, as she smears the thing up and down your lips. You want to swear and shout, but to open your lips at all would be the end.

Suddenly, the witch clutches your head, and pushes it back against the wall. One hand on your throat, you quickly begin losing air. You do your very best to hold on, but she wins. You gasp for air, and immediately feel the thick shift slide past your lips, onto your tongue, and keep pushing- to the very back of your throat.

A new bounty hunter, lying bruised and battered in a witch's cave, you can do nothing but sit there, dazed, as tears roll down your cheeks. The woman grunts and laughs to herself, mocking you all the while, but you can't even hear it.

You had felt such pride in humiliating this bully- but with each and every pump she makes now, violating your throat as she slides in and out, you realize it wasn't worth it. And each time your throat betrays you, gagging and catching along her magical appendage, only serving to pleasure it more, you realize she got the better end of the deal by far.

Before long, she finishes, shooting several loads of the ooze straight into your stomach. You **** and spatter as she pulls out, creating a small pile of the stuff on the floor, desperately clutching your throat. What was all that training for if you're just going to end up like this..?

"Better get used to being our bitch. But I recommend working on that gag- the demons are gonna love ya, dear." She snaps her fingers, and you feel yourself beginning to be carried away.

Twice, now, you've been taken during this adventure. But you're still standing. It's time to answer to Mother.