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The Mother Witch
Please read the first installment to understand what is happening in this
chapter.
Chapter 4
These last three weeks have been quite productive for the company. We're
making good progress here in the islands by partnering up with some local
banks to help facilitate any financial moves Ms. Eve wants to make here in
the area. I'm not too familiar with the process of banking and financial
management, but it looks like she's already taken care of the grunt work.
My business with these banks is to only be a pretty face for the company
and to complete the required paperwork. On the back side, I need to give
birth to my new recruit here to gain citizenship. She'll be the local
representative that continues our work after I have returned home. Our
identical appearance along with some training, and maybe a support spell,
will allow me to be here physically long after I've left onto another
assignment. It's quite the concept. Right now, I'm in about fifteen
different countries. Mmm, I get around, don't I?
This last week, however, I've been playing mommy to my new child. She's
quite the grower. In about another day, she'll be ready to assume my
responsibilities here thanks to her already acquired intellect and
training before the conversion. That is why we only promote from within,
as to avoid a long turn-around time out in the field. Fortunately, she
retained my gift as a company matron, so we'll need to get her a man soon.
This luxury hotel suite has been booked indefinitely, so she can lay low
for a while to appear to be caring for a newborn child. Maybe we can nab
a drunk tourist down at the beach next week to initiate her feeding cycle.
At the moment, I'm relaxing out on the elevated patio overlooking the
beaches across the street with a glass of local wine and enjoying the
humid breeze. Its salty essence is a panacea for all of the stresses back
home. I'm almost tempted to send my recruit back instead and enjoy the
rest of my life in this tropical paradise.
Five stories below, however, my plans suddenly change as two of Calypso's
henchmen disembark a limo below and enter the hotel lobby. That's a big
faux pas on her part. Calypso feeds on men by hiding them away making
them her slaves. The only time one them ever leaves the house is to do
her bidding, and she has no business contacting me out in the field. I
guess there's a plan in motion to remove me from the company. Luckily,
the sorry bitch couldn't take care of me herself, or else she would have
known that my recruit is almost full grown. I need to slip away quickly.
Oh, poor recruit. They may not be able to tell the difference between us,
so you'll have to tend to this mess. I hope you're smart enough to see
your way out.
Needing to get some distance between myself and them, I race to the door
and run down the hallway leaving my recruit studying the paperwork from
the banks. Ms. Eve will be pissed to know that I left the paperwork, but
taking it would expose my getaway. If her subordinate's henchmen are
here, then Ms. Eve is probably in the dark about this coup. There's no
way that I can return home, so I'll need to think of a way to get home
without raising suspicion.
Walking ahead of me is my serendipitous escape, a local pregnant
housekeeper. Her work-a-day attire belies a beautiful figure and muscle
tone. Plus, she doesn't look a day over eighteen, but that's normal in
this town, I hear.
I'm going on a hypothesis that the spell that I use to feed maybe be
reversed. I'm not sure that this is going to work, but it's the only way
I'll be able to survive this and regroup later.
"Hello, ma'am? Hola? Habla angles?" I inquire doing my best lost tourist
impression.
"Si, ma'am. I speek English. How can I help you?"
"I lost my key today at the beach, could you let me into my room?"
Knowing that it's company policy to reserve both surrounding rooms in case
of a, um, loud feeding, I quickly lead her to the neighboring door. This
will also allow me to spy in on what they say to my recruit...if I'm able
to.
"Yes ma'am. Let me check my manifest to make sure that it's the right
room. You know, security and all."
"Sure, it's booked under my name, Maria." Unaware of my distress and
urgency, I act as if I need to use the restroom. God! This is so
humiliating.
"Please ma'am. Hurry! I really need to use the restroom. My key must be
with my husband down on the beach," I whine while being as obvious as I
can be caressing my permanently rounded belly hoping to clue in to one of
the pains of pregnancy, a quick bladder.
"Yes, ma'am. I understand," she responds hurriedly because she knows the
tribulations of expecting. With the door unlocked, I shove her in with my
hand over her mouth and wave my foot to close the door. We slam against
the wall, and I hold her there to avoid making any more noise. Outside, I
can hear the henchmen's heavy footsteps clomping outside. The hotel
maid's struggles aren't allowing me to hear much, so I move on to my plan.
My breastmilk is laced with a catalyst that instantly calms and bonds with
the subject. I'm not sure, though, if it is physically laced or if the
connection occurs through my curse. Ms. Eve was adamant that I forsake
any dairy products. Being the loyal, albeit magically induced, recruit
that I am, I was obedient fully. I'm hoping that it's the milk, in
general, and not only my milk that starts the change. With my right hand
still over her mouth, my left tugs hard on her blouse to expose her,
hopefully, milk-filled breasts. The scared young girl screams into my
hand and violently struggles. Reaching in, I pull out her breast and
using some magical techniques that I learned through the years, begin to
induce lactation. With as much effort as I have to expend, it looks like
her milk hadn't begun to produce. Her glossy eyes search around
frantically in search of help. Sensing her fear and confusion, I whisper
to her that I'm sorry before bringing my mouth down around her engorged
nipples. I continue to draw it out hoping that it won't take too much
longer. If they hear her cries, then we both will be killed. A drop of
clear nectar forms at the tip of her nipple as I hungrily close my mouth
over it hoping that I'm right.
The poor maid's struggles instantly die away as she calms down. I gaze up
into her tear-filled eyes and see a combination of both love and
confusion. It worked! The feeling is mutual as I find myself looking at
her differently also. I no longer see her as a means to escape or even as
a lowly, dark-skinned laborer. I see someone much more important. I now
respect her. I see her as more than even myself. I see her as a child
would her mother. Flawless and pure.
"Listen to me, you're about to experience something that you won't
understand. You have to believe that there's nothing evil or bad about
it," I encourage nodding my head up and down to help create acceptance.
"You're going to be blessed by having twins, and you will need to be calm
about it. Promise me that you'll be okay with it." The spell will allow
her bond with me as a mother, so I know that she won't want to harm me.
To fortify my safety I push as much calming force as I can into her
mentally. One of the trade-offs of being the matron building an empire is
my very limited vocabulary of spells. She's still going to be confused,
so I just accept and trust her choices as a mother.
Like the men that I've collected, I can feel the addiction of the milk
pulling me back to her bosom. It soothes, pulling me into a euphoric
state. Still conscious of my predicament outside, I try to keep an ear to
the events next door, but soon lose interest as the ecstasy sets in.
Instead, I use what strength I have left to help her remove her dress and
panties. The process weakens us to the point where we both drop to our
knees with my mouth still attached to her breast suckling like a newborn.
Weakly, my hands move to my clothing tugging and pulling at my blouse to
pull it over my head. It's only when our connection halts my undressing
do I pull back to let it drop on the floor beside us.
"Lay down," I struggle to say while returning to her breast. Her grunts
and strains signal that she's in the throes of the process herself.
Inwardly I calculate which part she's feeling when her hips begin to jerk
up and down. We unceremoniously tumble onto the floor with me on top, and
I wrestle myself between her legs to give her access to my own belly
button. The struggle briefly rekindles the desire to get into this
position as a man. Once again, every part of me wants to return to a
woman's womb. The desire is so incredibly strong. My mouth continues to
pull and suck begging for my sweet mother's milk. She continues to thrust
and grunt below me. Estimating that's it's time to form our connection I
rub my torso across her exposed and gaping womanhood. Using my hands to
facilitate the process I grip onto a soft, throbbing tube of flesh peeking
out from her womanhood and instantly recognize it as my most valuable
possession. Gently, I lean up and guide it onto my belly button. Its
wet, slippery surface is hard to contain as it jerks and pulses, but I
steel my resolve and keep it in place. After a slight tingle, it shoots
deeply into my bulbous belly with a sharp piercing stab penetrating me
concreting our lasting relationship between mother and daughter. Fuck,
that hurts.
Instantly a rush of warmth and adrenaline pour through me as we bond our
systems. Looking up, her eyes roll back into her head and she lies
silently, arms spread out unmoving. My arms reach around to hug my future
home beneath me, but they're almost too weak to move. Her rapid heartbeat
throbs into me filling me with her essence as my breaths seem to fade.
Slowly, her heartbeat overcomes my own as mine slowly loses its strength.
It's funny how being reborn almost feels like dying.
I again look up at her to see her face, but her breasts act as shields
towering over her chest. They seem so far away now, and her already large
belly is growing so large underneath me. Larger and larger it grows as
the breasts that I was once worshiping only moments ago fade into the
distance. My legs lift up as their angle increases almost allowing me to
stand if I had the strength. Helplessly, I hold onto the ever-growing
mountain beneath me as mother grows increasingly larger eagerly awaiting
my new home.
A sudden bang jerks both of us from our reverie sending a jet of blood
into my infant body making me light-headed. Mother's head jerks up
frightfully then down at me in surprise as a sudden contraction hits her
midsection knocking her breath out. The cord pulls slightly causing me my
feet to slide as if I was standing at her genitals. Another strong pull
draws me tightly against her wet and gaping entrance sounding off a
cacophony of screeches from my mother above followed by loud pants and
groans. A third tug pulls my feet up inside her wet and warm sleeve
accompanied by another round of wails and pants.
Outside the door I can hear two men joking to each other about someone
"getting some" as my entire legs draw up inside and I lose my grip and
fall back onto the ground. The delirium has now completely taken over my
mind only allowing traces of what's happening outside. What feels like a
warm blanket is now pulled over me as I slide inward. Sleepy. Warm.
Comfortable. Supported. I'm not alone in here...sleepy...
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