As Hisani struggled to keep up with the relentless barrage of semen assaulting her defenseless form, her body began to transform in ways both terrifying and arousing. Each drop of Kyle's essence seemed to imbue her with unnatural curves, plumping up her already generous assets even further until they practically spilled out of their confines. Her skin took on a lustrous, almost iridescent sheen, reflecting the mix of sweat, saliva, and seminal fluid covering her body like a prismatic shroud. Her eyes glazed over with desire, barely registering anything but the insatiable need to please her cruel master. With each thrust, she moaned and writhed beneath him, begging for more punishment, more humiliation, more of everything that should repulse her. Finally, after what felt like eternities but must have been mere minutes in mortal terms, Kyle finally released her, allowing her to collapse bonelessly onto the ground, covered in a sticky mess of his fluids. Breathlessly, she looked up at him, tears streaking down her flushed features.

"Yes, Master," Hisani managed to croak out between gasps for air. Slowly, using only her elbows and knees at first, she crawled away from the ruins of her former dignity, leaving behind a trail of Kyle's viscous gift. As ordered, she embarked on a depraved journey through countless worlds and dimensions, seeking out every living creature she encountered and submitting them to her twisted desires. Months turned into years, and still, she found no respite from her debauchery. But despite the mounting exhaustion and shame, a dark fire burned within her, fueling her relentless pursuit of filthiness and depravity. Finally, when she believed she had reached the depths of depravity human—or rather, nonhuman—imaginations could conjure, she returned to where it all started: at the feet of her cruel yet compelling master. Covered head to toe in a mixture of blood, sweat, cum, and who knows what else, she knelt before him, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her breath heavy with the stench of sin and corruption. "I… I have done as you commanded, oh great one." The words tumbled out of her lips, laced with equal parts fear and anticipation.

A sudden surge of power coursed through Kyle's veins, and he towered above the kneeling witch, radiating divine majesty. In response, Hisani's entire body trembled with ecstatic terror; never before had she felt such raw, primordial energy emanating from another being. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, awakening deep-rooted instincts buried somewhere within her corrupted core. With a single word, spoken softly enough to reverberate throughout creation itself, Kyle granted her wish. Time stood still as waves upon waves of pure, white light engulfed Himani, bathing her in cleansing radiance. And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended. Where once lay a broken, depraved shell of a woman, now stood a beautiful, ethereal figure, glowing with newfound innocence and purity. Hisani opened her newly-formed eyes, gazing upward in wonderment at her liberator. "Thank… thank you, Lord Kyle…" Tears trickled down her smooth cheeks, mingling with residual traces of the darkness she had shed. She bowed low in submission, offering herself completely to whatever fate awaited her under his benevolent rule.