On request by an Archive of Our Own user. A witch enslaves a human using a powerful foot fetish spell and makes him spy on his own people. His reward for his betrayal is long hours of foot worship and cleaning of her soles. He was too powerful to be made to submit through a lust spell designed to just increase the libido, so she had to turn to a spell which would find his strongest desires and use them to enslave him.
Fetishes: footjob, foot worship, toe sucking, sole licking, submission, malesub, femdom, D/s
Tags: Monster Girl Encyclopedia, monster girl, mamono, witch, smut, lewd
Brunelle brushed his long black hair away from his eyes, looking through the trees and shrubs to the castle in front of him. He checked his watch. The target he was to eliminate should be outside her home any minute now, and then he could make his move. He separated the shrubs and trees nearby, peering through the darkness. His eyes were very sensitive to light, and these qualities had made him a popular assassin in his field. He hunted and captured witches, succubi, and the other foul creatures who corrupted pure souls. It was instructed by the Order that he capture and bind the magic of witches. He would then bring them to the Order stronghold nearby so that they were brainwashed and turned into nuns. Their magical power couldn't be throttled or taken away from them, since demonic energy corruption was permanent. However, brainwashing worked on largely any species, so it would potentially change the makeup of the witch’s brain to suit her new owner’s. She would then serve as a submissive, brainwashed slave of the Order with the goal of keeping the citizens of the state pure and uncorrupted. They would train the potential sluts or promiscuous men to control their desires and keep them under wraps until they met their perfect mate.
He was not there for those reasons. He was there to bring down the witch, because she had proved too powerful for anyone who tried to brainwash her. She had the special power of using a mind control spell on whoever tried to assault her, and then brainwashing them with a powerful spell designed to make them slaves to her feet. She made them complete ‘foot whores’ (a pejorative term which she trademarked) by overloading their mind with a powerful erotic memory flash which was filled with images of them worshipping and kissing her feet, sucking on each and every toe of hers and being completely submissive to them. They were so overwhelmed with pleasure with being allowed to server her feet that they took only a few sessions to cave into whatever she demanded completely, just for a chance to look at, kiss, or touch those beautiful feet.
She was the ‘wicked witch’ of children’s fairy tales, and an erotic nightmare for any red-blooded young man, Mallori.
Oddly enough, she was not a stereotypical witch at all. She was actually very young and beautiful, standing taller than most humans at almost 6’2”. This was more of an asset than a problem for her, because she was too intimidating to capture at all. The Order hero who actually laid a hand on her for the first time felt the immense power of magic running through her, with the result of him running away back to his encampment and saying he couldn't find her at all. He’d also tripped over every rock, shrub, and bush in his panic, so he arrived covered in bumps and bruises.
She was rumoured to be a master — or mistress? — of eromancy. There was very little she didn't know about the human body and how to arouse it. Most armies sent to defeat her were crushed not with blood or sweat, but a state of extreme arousal and multiple orgasms. It didn't matter how resistant they were to any forms of erotic torture or teasing. A flash of cleavage or leg wasn't enough to tempt them into sin. However, it was possible to attack their minds and dig deep into them to find out what fetishes and temptations they were into and how they could be used to enslave them. These people could be mindbroken with a slow and steady strategy, and it was only possible to do so when the practitioner was extremely skilled and knew what they were doing.
Mallori was one such practitioner. In ten years, she had managed to mindbreak over seven hundred such paladins who were otherwise quite impossible to charm by any woman. People had tested them with both virgins, the types who flirted and giggled innocently while touching their arms, or the bold, dominant women who had been around the block so many times they developed beef flaps. These women were touchy-feely and really rough with whoever they met. They had no problem taking control in the bedroom and pouncing on somewhat unwilling men to have their way with them. Those who resisted were generally lassoed and dragged back to a secret location for some lubed handjobs to get them all fired up first. The lubricant used was a mixture of liquefied wrapping vegetables, couple’s fruits, undine spring water, intimacy vegetables, and corruption fruit which were stirred together for two days and one night, plus half a night. They were much more effective that other human aphrodisiacs like strawberries or chocolates, tested and proved to increase libido by 3000% and ejaculation volume to almost 90 times the original. The witches and lilims had been called together to add eromancy magic spells as well as their ‘essences’ to the cauldron. Much to the chagrin of the humans who were tied up in chairs or chained to the walls, they found out that the ‘essences’ which the beautiful temptresses added to the cauldron were not a special perfume they used. One of them got yells of STFU when he asked why were they adding ingredients to the cauldron by squatting over it and inserting their fingers deep inside their genitals. The situation was already bad enough without him giving these abominations ideas, such as giving all the prisoners their essences directly from the tap, even though some seemed perfectly willing to do it on their own.
Brunelle finished reading the file which archived Mallori’s deeds and prepared himself to bring her down. He dipped his hand into his tool bag, searching for his crossbow. He pulled out a dart coated with a powerful anaphrodisiac sold by the Order to select shops. The shops were specialised hoards of weapons only Order knights or hitmen could use. They were also a lot more expensive to buy and maintain. This bow along with thirty darts cost him 75 gold biscuits, one of which was worth tens of thousands of dollars. The only way he was able to pay for the upkeep of his implements was his job as an assassin and steep rates for priority targets. As it turned out, Mallori was a target classified as ‘insurmountable’. He had promised to bring her down and received a handsome advance plus a huge commission to bring her to the stronghold alive. No one else had his reputation or skill, which made it all the easier to finagle his way into a deal which a normal person or recruiter would’ve agreed to, even if they were drunk. His price was exorbitant and unheard of, at least in the Order’s inner circle.
He insisted on the opportunity to release his carnal lust on the witch he captured and train her himself. He said that a normal man and woman would be attracted to one another and develop desire out of necessity which some called biology.
The Order were hard nuts to crack, but he had done it. He promised she would never be a threat to them once she was done with him, and it came with a money back guarantee. He agreed to waive his fee if she got away. It was certainly a steep deal with huge potential losses, but he didn’t care. He knew the rewards would be phenomenal if he did manage to get her in his clutches, and as he stared through his telescope at her front door, he knew that he had little to no chance of failing. His whole life banked on this, because if he failed, Mallori would condemn him to a terrible date, possibly worse than death. Consorting with a monster was a bigger abomination than suicide in the Order’s eyes.
