A Mile in Her Shoes Part 3-1 ("Good" Ending)
Ending 1: A Lesson Learned
by Corvus
corvus8888@outlook.com
Nightmare Witch, Ms. Americana etc are all property of Mr. X!
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Nightmare
witch swallowed and watched the tryptid gently probe her nipple with one of its
tendril- like legs.
I have to do
something.. and fast!
She could
feel a tide of fear and rage building in the back of her mind. She was
completely nude except for the mask, choker and tiara she had pilfered from
Americana and was chained with her limbs outstretched to the floor of Warlock's abandoned subway station lair. She was low
on magic and the chloroform soaked mask on her face that was making it hard to
stay awake, much less muster the focus needed
to cast a proper spell.
But realizing
panic wouldn’t help her, she took slow measured breaths and pushed the emotions to the back of her
mind.
I want so
much to release my power in one desperate burst, but at this point there’s just
not enough energy left to break these chains unless it were focused with a
proper incantation and there’s no way I can do that while bound like this.
She swallowed
again and grimaced. Even though the creatures that had violated her orally
earlier had proven to be holograms, she swore could still taste their sperm.
There’s no other way, I have to put what
energy I have left into the ancient fertility mantras so I can pacify this
creature and... assert control over our offspring.
She shuddered
at the last thought. She had been impregnated before as part of rituals during
her days as an apprentice, sometimes willingly and sometimes not. But at no
time had it ever been something she *wanted* to do. No, it had always been just
one of many unpleasant things she had to do in exchange for power and if there
was anything that truly motivated her it was her desire for power. As far as
she was concerned, the day she became the Nightmare Witch signaled the end of
her womb being used by other witches and demons for their schemes. From then on it was other women’s place to
be the breeding stock that advanced her plans.
But ever
since I took Americana’s DNA and gained this Aphrodite body… the urges I’ve
felt… my old robes suddenly feeling too constrictive, the constant wandering of
my mind to the erotic during my rituals and research… the constant warmth
radiating from my breasts and pussy...
It hadn’t
helped when a couple Halloweens ago her attempt to impregnate Omega Woman with
a Halloween demon had backfired and resulted in her being impregnated herself
and dragged into a summoning pit. She had managed to escape when the sun rose
and the powers of the pit and its denizens weakened but not before she had
endured an all night rape orgy and birthed dozens of fiendish creatures. To
make matters worse, her Aphrodite sex drive had been so overstimulated that she
had spent nearly a week afterwards holed up in her lair, wearing only her
favorite black lingerie (if anything at all) and masturbating non-stop, a
prisoner to her body's out-of control urges.
I swore that
no-one but me would touch this body I’d won ever again… but I’ve already been
forced to rut with one creature today and now my only hope is to do it again.
All my schemes and all my spells, and
in the end all I have left is my womb and my teats.. they’re all that I have..
The creature
bit down on her sore nipple with gusto, causing her to wince in pain. It
extended it limbs to fully anchor itself to the round globe and began to suck.
She shivered as the pressure caused waves of pleasure to radiate from her
breast.. her eyelids fluttered slightly from the sensation and she fought to
remember the exact details of the mantras to focus her energies into her
breasts and uterus.
Think back,
back to the day my mistress insisted I read the old texts.
Nightmare
Witch had always had a near-photographic memory, something that had empowered
her in her studies and as she concentrated on visualizing her old
Mistress’s lecture she begin to hear
her voice in her mind as if she was
there again.
Centuries
ago, she told me, centuries ago most covens lacked powerful spells and the
wherewithal to secure sacrifices with which to seal pacts. Their wombs were
their weapon, their bargaining chip with powers on the other side and their
means to create armies.. it was all that they had..
Her eyes
opened and she saw with a new clarity as the last of the remembered words
flowed through her mind and merged with her own panicked thoughts. It was
all that they had.. and it made them Queens. It gave them power and it made
their enemies their slaves. She looked down at the creature suckling her
tit with a new determination. You think yourself my rapist beast, but you
are but a tool and one that will serve me.
She closed
her eyes, blocking out the sensations coming from the creature’s suckling and
began to focus her magic into her other breast. She felt the nipple begin to
extend and harden as the energies flowed into it and waves of warmth begin to
emanate from her areola. The tryptid halted as it felt the seductive waves pass
over it. After a few moments of indecision it gave into curiosity, uncoiling
its tendrils from the breast it was on, allowing the depleted tit to flop onto
her chest, milk streaming from the abused nipple. It then scuttled to the other
breast and eagerly attached itself, lustily resuming its suckling with a
renewed urgency.
Yes, drink of
my body creature, she thought to herself, drink deeply of my
milk and with it take in my energies. What your simple mind cannot understand
is that as you digest my nectar my energies will mix with yours and cause them
to harmonize… soon they will be so similar that your base instincts will
deceive you into thinking I’m but another of your kind and you will leave to
seek prey elsewhere. But before then you must give me what I need to escape…
The creature
quickly drained the breast of its bounty and began to move towards Nightmare
Witch’s crotch. Watching the creature position itself over her pubis, she began
to concentrate all of her remaining magic into her uterus. The creature slowly
and painstakingly anchored itself by
wrapping its tendrils around her thighs and where as before she had struggled
against it’s forebear, this time she spread her legs to pull the creature
towards her pussy, inviting it in. Vibrating with eagerness, the creature
extruded an enormous penoid from its maw, resting it against her vagina and
rubbing it on her labia. She marveled at the size of it.
Its half
again bigger than the last one’s.. apparently this super-fertile aphrodite womb
of mine does breed superior beasts! She could feel the Aphrodite
part of her mind thrilling at the prospect of being penetrated by the enormous
member and her body clenched with anticipation. But as the base desires flowed
through her mind they were soon overwhelmed by a flood of her own determined
desire to take from the creature what she needed to be free.
Yes! Fuck me
creature! Your Queen demands your seed!
As if reading
her mind the creature plunged it's cock into her. She threw back her head in
exultation, riding the pleasure of its thrusts as it plowed through her tight
pussy, opening her vagina and then plunged into her again and again. Mustn’t
let this distract me, I must take its seed quickly before the milk takes
effect. She gritted her teeth and bore down on the cock, working the
muscles in her buttocks against the thrusts as best she could and clamping down
on it with her vagina. The creature responded by pushing even harder and soon
it took every ounce of her willpower to fight through the haze of the
chloroform and the pleasure assailing as her she continued focusing her
energies into her womb.
I can’t hold
out much longer!
As the
thought crossed her mind she felt her body’s already superhuman sex drive and
the energies saturating her uterus combine, and she knew she was about to be
pushed over the over the top, but mercifully
as the orgasm began to build to its climax the creature chittered in pleasure
and released its seed. The semen flowed into uterus like a waterfall, pulled by
her magic toward her waiting egg.
In her mind’s
eye the magic allowed her to sense her super-fertile egg being surrounded by
the cloud of alien sperm and she concentrated on pulling them towards it. She
cried out in joy as the two met and she projected the last of her magic
directly into the fertilized egg. A small lightning bolt seemed to form and
ricochet around her womb, triggering a wave of secondary orgasms. Overcome by
the relentless waves assailing her, every muscle in her body seemed to flex, her toes curled and she moaned so
loudly it almost loosened her mask. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the
pleasure she twitched a few more times and then succombed to the chloroform,
embracing the darkness of sleep.
Silence fell
across the platform and the creature withdrew its enormous cock from her
now-unresponsive vagina with a wet popping sound. It climbed on to her belly,
seemingly intent on investigating her breasts again, but then stopped as the
effect of the enchanted breast milk took hold. Suddenly disinterested in her,
it crawled off of her body and scampered off down the tunnels, leaving the
unconscious Nightmare Witch by herself. Her muffled breaths echoed through the
station as her pregnant belly slowly begin to expand and underneath her mask,
her lips moved unconsciously into a manic smile.
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This time she
returned to consciousness slowly. As she awoke, she kept her eyes closed and
instead concentrated on sensing the magical energies flowing through her body.
She felt warmth spreading from her chest into her breasts, passing through once
again full milk ducts and stiffened nipples, then continue into her belly. She
smiled as she felt the knot of life energy kicking in her womb.
Yes, my new
servant, there you are.
She felt the
warmth spread to her vagina and thighs. She contracted the muscles there
slowly, letting the energy seep in and energize the nerves. She tittered to
herself as spikes of pleasure radiated from the now hyper-sensitized organ.
I want to
feel all of this. The beginning of my revenge and escape.
The creature
in her belly began to kick as it came fully awake and began to move downwards
towards her birth canal. As it neared the bottom of her womb it began to push
into the opening of her cervix, wriggling and vibrating against it as it
pushed. Sharp stabs of pain alternated with waves of pleasure and Nightmare
Witch reflexively curled her feet and pushed with her legs, lifting her ass off
the ground. The creature pressed harder and harder and her hips bucked again
and again, the sound of her chains striking the concrete echoing through the
station. For a brief second the creature halted, unsure of what was happening
around it. Panic and uncertainty
briefly swept through her mind
but then her aphrodite lust for sex and her witch’s lust for power
flared and rekindled her purpose. She cackled lustily and concentrated her
thoughts and energies on the creature
in her womb.
No! Charge
forward creature! Pleasure your Queen, slave!
The unseen
creature did as it was told, slowly grinding its way through her birth canal in
small measured thrusts, vibrating its body the whole way.
Yes, fuck
your way out of me, maximize every twinge of pleasure and pain! I will not push
you, you will have to bribe me with every sensational thrust into my vagina to
let you go.
Just as she
had when the last tryptid had seeded her, she clenched her vagina muscles in
time to the thrusts, maximizing the friction as the creature relentlessly
ground forward. She bit her lip, savoring the sensations.
It’s like my
best vibrator except it’s self-propelled. I feel like I’m slowly riding a
building wave, and at the top….
She felt it
pass out of her cervix and its tendrils began to probe the walls of her vagina.
She clenched down one last time, and the waves of pleasure began to build
causing her to squirm in ecstasy. She felt the dark mound of hair above her
pubis become slick with sweat and vaginal fluid as a green tip parted her pussy
lips.
Now, my pet,
push with everything you have!
In a shower
of slime and pussy nectar, the green form of the tryptid erupted from her
vagina and sprang out onto the concrete. Nightmare Witch moaned, her eyes
opening for the first time since she awoke, overcome by the feeling of her
vagina being opened to it’s widest. She
went limp, panting with exhaustion and euphoria. The newly birthed creature
skittered in circles, enjoying its newly won freedom, and then turned back to
her expectantly. She smiled.
Good, now to
begin.
She closed
her eyes and mentally pictured the mask that was on her face, concentrating as
hard as she could.
Attack it
creature! Knock this cursed thing from me!
The creature
immediately spun around and with a mighty snap of its legs hurled itself
through the air. Precise as a feline it arced just above her face, reaching out
with a tendril to snare the mask as it passed. The mask’s band snapped and
Nightmare Witch found she could breathe deeply again. Laughing with glee as the
creature made a perfect landing and capered in triumph, she gulped down big
breaths and then closed her eyes and resumed concentrating.
The chains,
the bindings on my limbs… free me of them!
The creature
hunched down briefly as if to leap at the metal brace around her left wrist but
then seemed to think better. It skittered across the concrete and begin to poke
at the manacle with its tendril, chittering and working the antennae circling
its maw furiously as if in thought. The Witch frowned in concern. Don’t tell
me I went through all that and it can’t break the chains?!? Suddenly the
creature chittered as if in inspiration and gingerly placed a tendril on the
other side of her wrist and pulled itself over so it was straddling the bond.
It then carefully lowered its maw onto the metal band and went still. Nothing
seemed to happen for a few seconds, then she began to hear the sound of drops
slowly spattering against the metal.
What, is it
going to drool it off?
Suddenly she
began to hear a hissing noise and the edges of the metal band begin to dissolve
before her eyes.
It can spit
acid? But wait, if that drips on me it’ll burn my flesh!
She winced in
fear as she watched brown drops begin to overflow the edges of the manacle and
run over the edge towards her skin.
NO, NO, NO,
do something!
The drops
touched her skin and she felt a tingle. She closed her eyes, preparing for the
worst.. but other then the warmth of the liquid no other feelings came, she
opened one eye and was relieved to see the drops simply pooling on her
unblemished skin.
Amazing, it
must only affect inorganics...
She sighed in
relief and lay back as the creature burned through the bind and then proceeded
to free the other as well. She sat up, and rubbed her lower back as the muscles
complained of the sudden change in position after all the time chained against
the ground. With her other hand she
massaged her full breasts, restored but still sore from the back to back
milkings. After the soreness subsided a little she motioned to the creature.
“Come on now,
two more to go. You didn’t come out of my womb with a Union card you know.”
The creature
chittered again and leap to the binding on her right ankle and within a few
minutes the leg was free. She stood up and stretched her muscles as the
creature wrapped wrapped its tendrils around her left ankle and began attacking
her last bond. She looked around, listening carefully for any sound of Warlock
returning.
Nothing but
the the sound of my chain being burned away. Now if I can take some time to put
some clothes on again and build up some magic energy maybe I can….
Suddenly she
heard the sound of a heavy door opening and closing from far down the hallway
at the end of the terminal platform.
Oh poop.
She looked
down at the creature working furiously to free her foot. Faster! she
thought. She looked around the platform for anything close enough to grab. Damn
it, no sign of the bra or panties.. looks like we’re going to be swinging free
for awhile. She noticed the boots piled next to a nearby column and leapt
as far as the chain would reach her. She landed facedown on her tits and
reached with her arms to snare the footgear. Guess they don’t call them
“chest-pillows” for nothing, she thought in rueful triumph as she rolled
over and pulled her feet towards her chest so she could put on the red
knee-highs. The last chain snapped and she quickly pulled the last boot on,
springing to her feet. Looking down the platform she could hear the Warlock’s
footsteps and see his shadowy silhouette projected across the platform by the
hallway lights.
Time to go.
She sprinted
for the edge of the platform and leapt down into the railway. She crouched down
and splayed herself stealthily against the concrete platform wall, the feel of
the cold concrete against her naked body causing the hairs on her skin to rise
as she listened carefully for the approaching footsteps. The footsteps seemed
to slow and become more ominous, filling her attention.
I can’t move
or he’ll hear me, she despaired to herself. There’s nothing to
cover the sound of my bare ass against the wall and these boots on the pavement
except for the chittering of…
She smiled,
realizing what to do. Her eyes closed and she began to concentrate.
She pictured
the spot where the 4 chains lay scattered about the puddles of sweat, milk and
vaginal nectar on the platform.
Go there,
wait there…
She heard the
skittering of tendrils and smiled again before resuming her concentration, this
time on the image of Warlock’s smug face.
ATTACK.
PUNISH.
She heard the
footsteps quicken and then stop as Warlock noticed the empty chains. A few
moments of silence passed and then the air was split by a long chittering
battle cry followed by Warlock yelping in surprise and pain. Nightmare Witch
quickly crawled down the length of the platform and reaching the end leapt to her feet and sprinted down
the dark tunnel. She ran until she couldn’t hear anything but her own breathing
and after fumbling with Americana’s choker for a few minutes managed to
activate a light. Resuming her sprint she felt a wave of resurging confidence
as the circular disc of light cast by the bauble bobbed up and down in front of
her in time with the bouncing of her enormous, unrestrained breasts.
I may have
had a slight detour and lost some clothes but now I’m free, and back on track.
There’s no denyinh I’m running against the clock and can’t afford any more time
consuming setbacks, but no matter what, I will triumph. Wade manor, your new
mistress approaches!
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Night had
fallen in Delta City and in the luxurious neighborhoods near Wade manor a storm
had rolled in. Water sloshed in the gutters as fat raindrops spattered against
the concrete of the well kept orderly roads. Thunder cracked and outside one of
the neighborhood’s many overpriced McMansions a pizza delivery man ran down one
of the sidewalks, desperate to get back to his car without getting soaked to
the bone..
Stupid
paranoid rich folks, won’t even let me bring my car in past the community gate.
If they didn’t tip so damn good I would have told them to go fuck themselves...
Panting, he
stopped under a large tree next to a weak street light and sat down, hoping to
catch his breath in the relatively dry spot. He looked down the hill to gauge
the distance left to his car and cursed.
Damn, like
half a mile at least and even in this dark I can see there’s not another tree
or overhang in sight between here and there. Can this night get any worse?
Suddenly he
heard a loud grating sound and he turned to see one of the manhole covers in
the middle of the road begin to left up and slide across the concrete. He was
stunned as a dark shape climbed up the access ladder and out of the opening
into a crouching position in the middle of the road.
He stared,
unbelieving.
What the hell
could that be….
Suddenly the
figure stood and a bolt of lightning lit the sky. His mouth dropped and his
cock hardened as the flash revealed the figure to be an incredibly voluptuous
and very nude woman. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the lightning's light,
contrasted only by the dark black v-shaped mound between her legs and the long
wet black hair that framed her face and spilled down her back. Darkness
returned and when the lightning flashed again she was gone. He stood up,
shaking his head in disbelief.
Must be the exhaustion and the rain man, you're seeing things.
He turned to
resume his trip. Suddenly lightning flashed again to reveal the woman was
standing only inches away, directly in front of him in all her nude glory. He
staggered backwards, unbelieving.
No fucking
way, is this a ghost, she can’t be real.
She walked
forward, closing the distance between them again and stepping into the dim
light of the street lamp. His eyes widened as he watched the raindrops fall on
her nude form, tracing the contours of her amazing body. Rivulets of water
flowed down her shoulders, most gathering in the cleavage between her enormous
breasts and flowing over her flat stomach, others rolling off the top of the
enormous globes and dripping off of her hardened nipples. More rivulets flowed
down her sides, some flowing backwards, gathering and flowing through the crack
of her curved buttocks, others flowing forward, following the contours of her
hips and flowing through the V of her thighs to soak her mound.
Holy shit
she’s real.
She stared at
him impassively from behind the wet strands of hair that across the front of
her face, seeming to size him up. Suddenly she reached up and pushed the stray
hairs to the sides before gathering up the hair flowing down her and tying it
into a bun on the back of her head. He watched her breasts jiggle as she moved
her arms, unsure what to say. Finally she spoke.
“You, do you
normally work in this neighborhood?”
He sputtered.
“Um y-yeah, I
deliver to all these high class neighborhoods around here. H-hey, are you in
trouble, can I call someone for you….”
She cut him
off.
“How do I
quickly get to Wade Manor from here, delivery man?”
He swallowed.
“Um well, you
need to go up the road here and pass through this other gated neighborhood and
then the main gate in front of the property itself. But you’re not going to be
able to do that quickly, you can’t pass through those gates without the proper
codes. Unless you want to climb some walls or something…”
Her look
hardened and it was clear the idea of climbing a wall did not appeal to her at
all. She cut him off again.
“You say you
deliver to them all the time, how do you pass through these gates?”
He shuffled
his feet self-deprecatingly.
“Well you see
I’m a senior delivery man, 10 years on the job rigght out of high school, so
they trust with me with the codes.”
She snapped
at him, stepping forward menacingly as she did so.
“Give me the
gate codes.”
He stepped
backwards, shaken by the sudden aggression.
“Lady I’m
sorry but I can’t do that. I’d be out of a job and blacklisted from getting
work at any other delivery places. It’s not much of a career but it’s all I got
Lady.”
She took
another step forward and he flinched. Her eyes burned and for a moment he
thought she was going to hurt him. She stopped short however, and her demeanor
returned to normal. She stared at him for a second as if she were doing some
calculations in her head and then finally sighed.
“Very well
then.”
She did a
180, pivoting on her long legs and began to walk away and for a moment he
thought she intended to leave.
Damn, the
view going is as good as the view going...
However, after only a few steps she stopped
and to his surprise, carefully spread her legs until her legs spanned the width of the sidewalk. She then looked
back at him over shoulder before slowly bending her waist forward until her
hands were resting on her straightened knees. The rain continued to fall and as
she bent over the water began to run down the nape of her back before breaking
like a waterfall between her buttocks and flowing over her anus and vagina. His
cock somehow became even harder and he gaped. Seeming to have gotten the
reaction she wanted she spoke again.
“Choose one.”
“What?”
“My ass or my
pussy. Choose in which one you want to cum in exchange for the codes.”
“What?
Wow!I.. NO.. I mean… lady No.. I can’t..”
She stared,
unwavering.
“Yes you can,
and you will, because all you’ve got is a career as a delivery man and you’ll
never again get the opportunity to fuck a body as hot as mine. You WILL trade
what little you have for the honor of ejactulating in this God’s-gift-to-men.”
He stood
there silent for a moment, listening to the rain and staring at the amazing
body that was being offered to him. Finally he spoke.
“Your pussy,
I want to come in that pussy.”
“Then do so.”
She turned her head forward and with a quick
shake of her ass motioned him to proceed. He licked his lips, pulled out his
cock, and walked forward, putting his large hands around her slick, wet waist. Holy
Shit, her body is so toned but her skin and curves feel so soft. He
inserted himself slowly. Oh god, she’s tight.
“Don’t go
slowly on account of me Dearey, I’ve had much rougher partners I assure you.”
Her voice
seemed to goad him. He began thrusting quickly in and out of her, his crotch
making loud, wet, slapping noises as he rammed it against her quivering
buttocks, the impact sending up sprays of rain-water. He closed his eyes and
tilted back his head slightly as her warm vagina gripped his cock. Holy
shit, it’s like its sucking on my cock.. this woman’s pussy is like nothing
else!. Feeling his orgasm coming, he gave one last thrust with everything
he had and blew his load inside her. Her cock seemed to spasm in response, a
ripple running the length of it and milking the last drops of sperm from his balls.
He stood
there, panting in the rain, savoring her body’s warmth, not wanting to pull
out.
“Time for us
to finish our business Dearey.”
“Yeah, um,
right.”
He stepped
back and his cock came out with a sticky popping noise. He turned away and
began to zip up his jeans.
“So yeah, the
codes are 742434257 for the community and Wade’s gate code is 4686455.”
“Thank you
for the codes.”
Still feeling
drained from ejaculating he sputtered.
“Yeah um,
don’t mention it…”
“Unfortunately
Dearey I will also need a guarantee you will not be going to any authorities
tonight about our little encounter”
He began to
turn back uowards her.
“Well ok I
guess I can keep a secret --”
Before he
could finish his sentence the brick in Nightmare Witch’s hand connected with
his skull. He collapsed to the ground at her feet. For good measure she conked
him one more time before dragging his body to some nearby bushes.
Classic man,
eyes on the pussy when he should have been watching what I was doing with my
hands.
She closed
her eyes assessing the amount of magic energy she had managed toaccumulate
during her run through the rail tunnel and sewers. After doing some mental
calculations she deciding to risk some of it and placed her hand against the
smooth skin a few inches above her pubis, chanting a short spell.
There, that
should guarantee I don’t have to worry about giving birth to his children. And
it still used up less of my limited magic reserve than if I had just blasted
him.
Armed with
the codes she headed for Wade Manor.
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The rain
continued to pour as she worked her way through the bushes and trees that
filled much of Wade’s estate below her mansion
Damn you Wade, Nightmare
Witch hissed as a thorn cut the bare skin of her thigh, why did you have to
put so much damn foliage out here to conceal the gateway to your cave? Its not
like the Geek wasn’t able to just hack into a satellite and catch your vehicle
coming and going.
Finally she
came to the rock face of the cliff immediately below the mansion and with a
little searching found a secret door behind the stone facade. She paused as she
examined it's control panel. Tentatively she pushed a button. A light came on
the panel and a digital voice chirped.
“Security
authentication needed, please present key.”
She waved
Americana’s Tiara and then her Choker in front of the panel.
Nothing
happened.
After a few
minutes the voice repeated.
“Please
present your key for entry.”
Desperate,
she removed the boots and held them up to the panel. Still nothing.
What are you
lookign for, you blithering device?
She hissed in
rage and threw all the gear aside. Which ever part of the costume had actually
been the key she had lost it with the rest. She punched the panel in
frustration. The voice chirped again.
“Please
present your key for entry or activate alternate identification protocol.”
Alternate
Identi-wha now?
“Um..
activate Alternate Identification protocol?”
“AIP mode
confirmed. Please present biometric verification to scanner”
As the
machine spoke a section of rounded glass on the panel lit up.
Biometric?
Excellent, that must be a retina or finger-print scanner .I had hoped for this.
She placed
her thumb against the reader. A light flashed passed behind it as it scanned.
“Invalid
biometric sample, please try again.”
She crouched
slightly and brought the circular glass portal in line with her eye. She
blinked as it scanned again.
“Invalid biometric sample, please try again.”
She cursed
and gave the door another frustrated punch. Disappointed and tired she leaned
against the door frame.
“Cursed machine,
what do you want?!?”
Her right
breast rubbed against the reader. The scanning light came on again, this time
the beam slowly tracing the contours of her Areola and nipple. The panel chimed
in approval.
.
“Biometric
sample recognized. Areola scan match confirmed. Welcome home Ms. Americana.”
The door
slowly began to slide open as Nightmare Witch mused.
I guess it
make sense, all the times that slut has probably had to run back here stripped
nude with her hands bound….
Cackling as
the door finished it’s cycle, She entered the cave.
Flood lights
automatically engaged as she entered and she did a slow 360 to take it all in.
Not bad Wade,
mainframe full of juicyincriminating
data, crime lab to test evidence, extensive workout area to work your
fat ass…..
Noticing some
white towels on one of the workout benches she snatched the largest one and
begin to dry her rain-soaked body. Satisfied she was no longer dripping she
wrapped the towel around her in an attempt to cover some of her nakedness, but
the curves of her enormous breasts kept the short towel from coming down any
lower then her belly button, leaving her thighs and and pubis still uncovered.
Oh well,
comes with the territory. At least the "twins" should be more
controllable now ....
She
resumed her inspection of the cave and
her eyes came to a stop as they settled on a large metal door.
Ahhh the
legendary Americana vault…. hmm.. wouldn’t hurt to start with a quick peek
here…
A quick
examination of the thick steel vault door revealed a similar panel to the one
outside and after she briefly opened
her towel for another areola scan the enormous door’s hydraulics surged to
life. As the door slowly opened, Nightmare Witch gaped at the thickness of the metal.
3 feet of
solid steel? Not taking any chances are you, Wade?
Stepping into
the vault she marveled at the rows upon rows of shelves bearing all manner of
bizarre devices and exotic artifacts. Against the back wall were parked a dozen
strange vehicles, some not of this world, and in an isolated corner surrounded
by a chain link fence was a row of large tubes with strange creatures floating
within. Nightmare Witch smirked.
“Jackpot.”
Heh, we’ll
definitely have some fun down here later but no time to sort through it all
now.
She turned to
go and then stopped, turning look once more at the warehouse of villianous
hardware.
Well, maybe a
quick divination, just to get the mouth watering.
She crouched
until her bare buttocks almost touched the cold steel floor and then, with one
hand holding the towel closed against her breasts, she placed the other
outstretched on the unyielding metal. She started chanting and small arcs of light begin to orbit the
hand, increasing in number as she continued the litany. Finally she lifted the
hand and slammed it back down against the floor. In a flash of light the arcs
of energy spun out and across the room, passing through all the contents of the
vault. Satisfied that the wave had passed over everything, Nightmare Witch sat
down, crossing her legs and closing her eyes in concentration and
meditation. She focused first on the
the senses of her own body.
Mmmmmm.. this
cold steel floor on my pussy and thighs.. feels kinda good.. but distracting…
She stood up
and removed her towel, folding it into a pad placing it back on the floor. Nude
again, she squatted indian-style on the crude mat and closed her eyes in
concentration. She focused deeper then before, blocking out her body’s own
physical senses and transitioning to embrace the senses of her mind which
quickly began to absorb the magical emanations of the objects reacting to the
field she had just released. Slowly she opened her eyes, now seeing all the
objects in the room outlined in different hues and intensities of color. She
slowly rotated her head, cataloging what she saw
Lets see,
theres some sort of spell shielding talisman there… some potions of
transmogrification… lots of amulets causing erotic stimulation and increased
fertility, heh, no wonder she kept those… and…
She stopped
as her eyes came across an object sitting high on one of the back shelves.
Its aura is
almost pitch black… such intensity! But what are all these other spells burning
on the edges? What is this thing?
She shook her
head, dispelling the divination and rose to stride across the room, leaving the
towel on the floor behind her. She wove between the shelves, making a beeline
for where the object had been, halting before its shelf and standing on her
tiptoes to look at it. To her surprise the object turned out to be a dusty old
Delta City PD evidence bag, no bigger then a toaster. She touched it gingerly
and sensing no reaction carefully picked it up. Turning it over in her hands, she
examined the writing on it and unfolded the sheets of the police report stapled
to the outside.
Hmmmm… looks
like Americana came across it several years ago.. tangled with some wanna-be
wizards playing with fire… heh, the police had to cut her out of some sort of
bondage frame when they arrived… 8 gallons of milk confiscated on scene? Huh,
they were amateurs then, if I have a heroine in my clutches for that
long I can get way more than that… seems they were trying to ...WHAT!?!?
She tore open
the bag and gazed upon the contents
inside… light radiated from within and seemed to reflect in her eyes. The Witch
smiled in rapture as she recognized the nature of the artifact and closed the
bag.
I haven’t
seen one of these since my days as an apprentice… THIS will be coming with me..
She strode
out of the vault, cackling in delight to herself
“We’re off to
a good start, now lets see what we can find on Wade’s mainframe.”
A familiar
voice stopped her in her tracks.
“The only
thing you’ll be finding is a solid ass kicking you naked hussey!”
Nightmare
witch turned to see Ms Americana standing besides a secret doorthat had opened on the other side of the cave to
reveal a set of staris heading upwards. Flanking her on either side were her
allies, Flag Girl and Lady Midnight.
“The jig is
up Nightmare Witch! I’ve escaped your creatures and now we have you
outnumbered. Surrender now and the courts may be lenient on you.”
Nightmare
Witch laughed.
Good thing I
conserved my magical energies.
“Sorry
Ameri-slut! You and your little friends may have gotten here in time to get
your little clubhouse back but I won’t be leaving empty handed.”
The heroines
sprinted across the cave but before they could reach her, Nightmare Witch
disappeared into a cloud of black smoke and was gone, with only her cackling
laughter remaining to echo through the cave.
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With a sigh,
Ms Americana entered the last of the new security codes into the Americana
cave’s mainframe and pressed the “enter” key. Sliding the keyboard back
underneath the console desk she pushed back her chair and turned to address her
cohorts Flag Girl and Lady Midnight who sat perched on rolling chairs nearby..
“Well, that’s
the last of the system access codes updated. I’ve also changed all the door key
codes and reset the passwords on our crime databases and netflix accounts.”
Flag girl
frowned, her hands on her hips.
“Awwwww, I
was just finally starting to remember the old netflix one to!”
Brenda
frowned for a second.
It was
G0tMilk22, how hard can that be to remember?
Deciding not
to make an issue of it she continued.
“Unfortunately,
this still leaves us with two problems. One, whatever that gem was that
Nightmare Witch took it seems to have been pretty important to her and we don’t
no why.”
Lady Midnight
arched her eyebrow in commiseration.
“Has Hexanna
ever examined it? Any records of its origins in the crime files?”
Brenda shook
her head.
“No records
of anything like it and while Hexanna was able to ascertain it was indeed some
form of magic it apparently was created using a type of sorcery very different
from the kind she uses. She was never able to figure out what it was supposed
to do and the thieves I recovered it from had “found” it with some other things
in an abandoned building on the bad side of town that they tried to play
sorcerer with.”
Lady Midnight
mused for a second.
“Did they
ever provide any details about how they found these items, like what context
they may have been found in that could hint at their nature?”
Americana
quickly replied.
“No, the
thieves had no idea what they were doing. They just found some flashy artifacts
and conceived a foolhardy plan to summon some monsters that just resulted in
all the other items being consumed and themselves losing their memories and
their sanity.”
And in me
getting tit-milked a dozen times and giving birth to 4
who-knows-what-they-weres. I had to upgrade to my first F-cup bra after that
incident..
Keeping the
thought to herself,Americana decided to change the subject.
“Our other
problem is that while we can and have changed our codes and passwords we now
have no form of biometric security to fall back on. Apparently Nightmare
Witch’s body really is physically indistinguishable from mine in every way,
retina, fingerprint and areola, all of it.”
“Actually,
thats not quite true Ms. Americana.”
The ladies
turned to See Prof McWhirter entering the Americana Cave from the garage,
a cart bearing a large machine with
several hoses on it in tow.
Ms. Americana
stood up and approached the Professor to shake his hand.
“Thank you
for coming Professor. So you’ve found a way to tell our bodies apart then?”
The Professor nodded and began to uncouple
the hoses from the side of the machine.
“Yes, well
something like that. You see, its true your bodies are the same but I’ve found
there’s a quick way to tell them apart by looking at what they produce. Could
you please remove your top Ms. Americana?”
Her smile
begin to turn down at the edges and her eyes registered confusion so he quickly
tacked on. “For science of course you understand.”
Her
suspicions placated, Ms. Americana shrugged and with one hand against her bra
cups to steady them she reached behind her back with her other to unclasp her
bra. There was a quiet click and the straps came free. Carefully, Americana
then pulled off the cups with her other hand, unveiling her dark areola and
allowing the enormous pale mounds to spring free. The cool air of the
underground lair caused the nipples to come slightly erect and Americana
blushed slightly.
McWhirter
stared for a second, transfixed by the sight.
“My that’s
some very nice science… um I mean, yes just like that, thank you. Now please
come stand next to the machine here.”
As Americana
complied, the Professor attached a pair of suction cups to the end of two of
the hoses. As she came to a stop next to the machine he reached over and
carefully pressed the cups over her nipples and instructed her to hold them in
place. He then began to adjust dials on the side of the mechanism as he
explained.
“You see,
while the bodies themselves may be identical, they live different lives on a
day to day basis with different experiences and exposure to many different
environmental factors. For example Ms. Americana, comparing your daily
experiences to those of Nightmare Witch’s we see very different diets, exercise
routines and the absorption of different..um.. organic compounds from your many
uh, “encounters”. These um.. encounters, are particularly important because
your aphrodite bodies respond to them by releasing many different hormones that
have a large number of different effects on your bodies both long and short
te....”
The Professor
heard a stifled yawn and turned to see all 3 women’s eyes had glazed over. He
decided to cut to the chase.
“Anyway, this
results in some verifiable chemical differences in may of the fluids your body
excretes that we can test for. Vaginal fluid, saliva, and particularly…”
As he
finished his sentence the Professor finished the last adjustment and pressed a
large red button on the front of the machine.
“..Breast milk.”
The suction
cups came alive with a start, causing Americana to give an abrupt cry of
surprise. The pressure quickly caused her nipples to elongate and then pulse
inside the cups and soon streams of milk began to issue forth.
Ms. Americana
looked down at the milk issuing from her breasts and bit her lip in suppressed
enjoyment. For science it feels so wrong.. and yet so good. Noticing
everyone was looking at her she decided to say something.
“So, then
Prof.. *oh*...Professor, you’re saying this machine can test my breast milk and
tell with 100% accuracy if is me or that witch?”
The professor scratched his chin
speculatively.
“Yes, as long
as the machine is kept up to date with recent samples the only way she would be
able to deceive it would be to spend the entire time in the sample period
eating the same things you eat, doing the same level of exercises you and um..
“copulating” with all the creatures you copulate with.”
He watched as
Americana continued to hold the suction cups onto her breast and noticed she
had started to look flushed and was biting her lip.
“If you like
I can adjust the pressure down on the machine I, I certainly wouldn’t want you
to feel uncomf..”
“No!”
Americana cut him off. “ I like it the way… ur, um I mean this feels acceptable.
So you’re saying I just need to make regular milk um.. “updates” on the
machine? Like what, every week or so?”
The professor
scratched his chin again and started to answer. “Well that would definitely
work but actually it just needs..”
Lady Midnight
interjected before he could finish.
“Every one to
two weeks works then? I believe thats doable. And for security reasons I think we should all be on file, just in
case um..”
Lady
Midnight’s sentence trailed off as her prosecutor’s mind searched for a logical
line of argument, but her long legs were already propelling her towards the
machine and her deft hands had already unbuckled the clasps of her bustier. Her
large chocolate colored breasts shimmied as she released them from the
constrictive top.
Flag Girl
chimed in.
“Well, you
know, in case Nightmare Witch uses her magic to disguise herself as one of us,
you never know what kind of crazy things people can do with magic.”
With a snap
she pulled her elastic top over head, leaving her pert double D’s and pink
nipples exposed. Smiling with self-satisfaction at her quick thinking she
walked across the room to join her friends next to the machine.
McWhirter
quietly continued. “Well um.. like I was trying to say it really just needs to
be a month or two but..”
He sighed.
All 3 women had already fitted suction cups on their exposed breasts and were
clearly ignoring him. Instead they taking turns adjusting the settings on the
machine, chatting with each other about the results and occasionally fondling each
other's breasts.
He shrugged.
Might as well
make the best of it.
“Ladies, let
me show you how to adjust those. In fact while we’re at it why don’t we take
this opportunity to work in some overdue breast exams?”
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While
Americana and her compatriots eagerly drain their milk into McWhirter's
machine, Nightmare Witch ran back through the dark rail tunnel, the evidence
bag clutched in her hand and a look of triumphant determination on her face.
Can’t say I
liked navigating those sewers again but I only had enough energy to teleport
myself outside the manor. It doesn’t matter though, it’s all coming together,
what’s in this bag has made all of this worthwhile. There are whole new
possibilities now..
She slowed as
an idea struck her and her hand unconsciously moved to her stomach.
If I can
master the fertility mantras, use them to tame what I thought had proven
untameable... and then seal them with the power of this artifact…
She stopped
entirely.
Who cares
about Wade’s millions when I could then bring the entire city, neigh the WORLD
to its knees!
Her
exultation waned a bit as her pragmatic side kicked in.
I’ll need to
master these mantras… this will be incredibly risky and to have any chance of
success will require a mastery of my womb and my body's lusts beyond what I
discovered today. I’ll need research.. and I’ll need practice.
As if on cue,
she suddenly heard a mournful chitter from somewhere in the tunnel ahead of
her. Stepping cautiously in the direction of the noise, her light came to shine
on a bruised and exhausted tryptid. As she listened to it chitter again she
felt a gentle pulse of warmth in her womb and instinctively realized this was
the creature that had aided her escape by attacking Warlock.
She stared at
it for a second and then broke out laughing. She looked down at the bag in her
hand.
“First I am
forced to rediscover rites I thought long forgotten, then I find this precious
artifact and now my servant has returned to me just when needed. Clearly this
plan is favored by fate!”
She reached
down and gathered the creature in her arms before resuming her pace through the
tunnels, it’s limp tendrils dangling against her bare belly . Sensing its
weakness, she carefully held its maw up to her breast and smiled as it quickly
latched on. She felt pressure and then the sensation of milk flowing through
her nipple and within moments its tendrils re-animated and quickly but gently lashed
around her globular breast as the creature chittered happily. With the creature
now firmly attached she returned her arms to her sides and let the tryptid hang
on her bouncing tit, her mind already focused on planning what to do as soon as
she returned to her own lair.
Yes, drink,
my slave, empty my breasts. For you and I have some long nights ahead of us.
You will need the energy as we mate again and again, testing my endurance until
I am satisfied I have mastered you and am ready try the mantras with more..
"substantial" partners...
Besides…. she
thought with a smile as she lifted her hand to stroke one of her swaying
breasts, this’ll probably be an easier run if these are temporarily down a
few cup sizes.
She began to
cackle loudly at her own joke and her laughter echoed ominously through the
tunnels long after she had passed.
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To be
continued in "Nightmare Witch in Halloween Sacrifice!"