Amunet Black sat alone in her office, the dim glow of a single desk lamp cutting through the darkness.
She had no idea what had happened to her life.
One day she had been the ambitious leader of an up-and-coming weapons trafficking gang.
She wasn’t the best, but she was hungry and rising fast.
Then a man walked into her world, demanded subservience and submission from her, and even sexually harassed her.
Not that she hadn’t liked it.
She had seen his cock… and it was something to behold.
But that didn’t mean she would submit… right?
Well… she had.
Even now, as she sat behind her desk, she didn’t understand why her hand had slipped inside her tight leather jeans.
She was touching herself while thinking about that man.
And these weren’t normal thoughts.
No.
Amunet was different.
She loved abusing the women she fucked….
slapping them, punching them, pushing every BDSM boundary she could.
She had always been the one in control.
Yet right now, in the privacy of her office, she was getting off on the fantasy of that same man doing it to her.
She couldn’t believe how wet she had gotten when he forced her to arch her back.
His words.
His orders.
It had felt… natural.
For her to submit to a man like him.
All of this had started earlier this evening.
When the man left Nocturne, barely twenty-five minutes had passed before her phone began exploding with calls.
Every member of her gang was panicking.
Three of the strongest and most ruthless competitor gangs had been wiped out …
one after another, clean and brutal.
It was a clear message.
The man had asserted his authority over her in a single night.
In one day he had already made her stronger than she had been in months.
If she submitted… wouldn’t it be the smart choice?
“No… Fuck that… Wake up…” Amunet slapped herself hard across the face.
“I am the BLACKSMITH!
I fought the Arrow.
I was a leader… A powerful gang leader!
Why the fuck would I submit to that man?
I will make him think he owns me… And then turn on him.”
Even as she spoke those defiant words, her fingers never stopped rubbing her soaked pussy.
The images kept flooding her mind….
his calm face, his overwhelming dominance, the ruthless way he gave orders.
“Oh… God… I’m gonna cum…” she whispered, breath hitching.
Her body tensed.
A sharp, shuddering sigh escaped her lips as the orgasm hit her hard.
“Fuck… I… Really… Need to stop this…” she gasped, fingers still trembling between her legs.
“I can’t… submit… Right?”
She came.
….
“So… Stheno or Euryale, right?
Those two could make my life easier.
The more gangs I control, the faster I can make them go legit.
Then I’ll create a perfect facility for my training, so I can finally achieve that first goal,” Alex said as he looked at the summoning circle, preparing himself.
He raised his hand and cut it open.
Blood dripped into the circle as he thought, ‘Euryale or Stheno.
Ones that can do hypnosis, and are loyal.’
The circle shone bright red.
A figure emerged, one that Medusa clearly did not expect.
Alex noticed the reaction immediately and narrowed his eyes.
The figure finally looked his way and bowed with noble respect.
“I am the Caster-class Servant… Medea.
I greet my Master.”
Alex narrowed his eyes.
“Welcome, Medea… I’m going to assume you know why you’re here?”
Medea nodded.
“I am here to assist Master in achieving his goal.
I am unaware of the goal itself, but I am aware that there is no Holy Grail War going on…” She glanced at Medusa before continuing.
“I’m also aware that you will be summoning other Servants as well… I will do my utmost best to support Master and be useful to you…”
Alex nodded.
“Good… I wasn’t expecting you, but I welcome you nonetheless.” He paused, then continued, “Now… will you please inform me of what sort of abilities I should expect from you?”
Medea nodded again.
“I am a witch trained by Hecate herself.
I am very well versed in most types of magic — from combat to support to healing, item creation, and many other things.
I could spend hours explaining what I can do.
If Master wishes it so, I shall explain every spell.”
“Quite eager to serve, eh… But I don’t think I buy it… Are you truly as obedient as you’re trying to be?” Alex asked.
“I am trying my best, Master.
I wish no harm to befall Master…” Medea replied.
Alex narrowed his eyes and moved closer to her.
Without warning, he groped her small, firm breasts, watching her face closely.
There was no visible reaction, but he wasn’t convinced.
“Raise your robe all the way up,” he ordered.
Medea shivered slightly but obeyed, lifting her robe to reveal her undergarments.
Alex shoved them aside and slid a finger inside her pussy.
It wasn’t exactly wet, but it wasn’t completely dry either.
“You seem unbothered,” he said.
“My Master… My life is currently in your hands.
Like it or not… I have to do as you ask if I wish for happiness to seep into my desperate life,” she answered.
Alex sighed and released her, letting the robe fall back down.
“Fine.
I’ll assume you are loyal for now…”
He moved to sit in his chair.
“Do you know why I did what I just did?”
“Because Master was testing my loyalty?” she replied.
“Medusa… How many times have we had sex now?” Alex asked.
“Seven times, Master, if you don’t count the time in Nocturne,” Medusa answered.
Alex looked back at Medea.
“As you can see, I do indeed want that body of yours.
Not just for the test.”
“I… Uh… Understand… I shall try to satisfy Master…” Medea said, a faint blush visible even under her veil.
“The reason for that is because I lack magic.
I think you’ve already noticed, no?”
Medea narrowed her eyes slightly, then nodded.
“…Yes.
I just realized… I apologize, Master.
I am naturally filled with mana, so I didn’t notice the lack of a source… May I ask why that is?”
“I never heard of magic before I started summoning… Or well, more like I never thought it was real.
Now I have Servants and stuff… And apparently an immortal body… But I have no ways to learn magic.
At least, I didn’t.
You speak as if you’re a great magician, so from now on… you’ll be my teacher.
But in the meanwhile, you can choose either to suck my blood and gain mana, or join Medusa here… and well… receive my semen.”
Medea nodded.
“I understand your situation now, Master.
It would be an honor for me to teach you… As for my mana situation… I… Uh… I suppose I’m okay with seminal injection… It is much more efficient…” She blushed deeper under her veil.
“Good… It seems we’re on the same page.” Alex leaned forward.
“Now… for the reason of this entire summoning… Medea… What do you know about hypnosis?
There are certain… people I’d like to control…”
Medea nodded.
“There are multiple ways… I can conjure some potions that lower inhibitions.
I can of course cast mind manipulation spells, but that would make me the controller.
There is also another way, which is to grant Master the Eye of Dominance.
It is a powerful spell, one that I would quite literally need to engrave in one of your eyes… But I’d advise against it.
The success rate is below 10%.
Most who try to engrave the eye end up losing it…”
Alex grinned.
“Well… That’s a shame for others… But… as you may have already heard… I have a body that can regenerate from anything.
So you can try the engraving as many times as you can… until it succeeds…”
Medea’s eyes widened.
She nodded slowly.
“Of course… But… be warned, Master… It is extremely painful.”
“Nothing I’m not used to…” Alex replied.
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