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DON'T BE TOO FAMILIAR VI
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Get away from her, you big oaf," Laura almost screamed.
If minions were not so hard to come by, Abraham would be the new
replacement sow. It is an easy potion, only takes three days. Maybe after
the ceremony, no definitely after the ceremony, Abraham will know first
hand how his actions make a woman feel. Well, at least how it feels to be
impregnated and used by a boar. And her boar was impressively endowed.
Once squeezed out of her new uterus, seven to ten piglets will need to
milk for three months before she is again brought into the pen of the boar
to repeat her new fate. It is so fun hearing her squeals of pleasure and
pain of that ferrel act.
This brought a warm smile to Laura?s face. Doling out punishments to those
that don?t toe the line is one of her favorite pastimes. Sometimes a
valuable resource needs to be sacrificed for control to be reaffirmed.
When she feeds and converts Abraham, all of her minions will be in
attendance. Watching the excessively large macho behemoth beg for mercy.
Witnessing him being transformed into a wanton bimbo with pig ears and
tail begging to be fucked as the machine already is fucking her/him into a
new sexy form. His soon-to-be large breasts pumped fuller with each thrust
of the dildos.
The ultimate shape is achieved after twelve hours spent in some humanoid
version while fear shows in her witnessing slaves? eyes. The victim will
be too far gone in sexual bliss to notice much. Yes, this is something to
look forward to. Laura is now more confident that time is still within her
limits. Somehow planning future diabolical tortures eases her misgivings
about changing her plans to attain a more attached familiar. She decides
Abrahama?s future name will be Cindy, the pig.
"Getaway, you pig."
"I will not repeat myself," Laura threatened.
Abraham caught in mid-stride as it took a little too long to put away the
offending appendage and turned red at being caught. He missed the implied
threat. He waited for instructions as if nothing had transpired.
"Go and help Matilda in the kitchen; the sow needs to be disemboweled and
skewered. Don?t forget the stuffing this time."
Laura needs to attend to the minor corrections in her sculpture. This
piece of art is turning out to be one of her finest. She produces a sponge
and wets the clay to add details still needed, especially around the
fingers and toes. Jessica has been inside for thirty-two hours now, and
she wants to do justice for her sacrifice. Four hours later, with her
model watching in silence, Laura announces that she is done sculpting.
Crossing the room and opening a cabinet, Laura brings implements to cut
the mold open and lays them on the huge table. Jessica is so relieved that
her plight is nearly over. Art is one thing, but this has been almost
torcher. Jessica is so happy that her release is at hand.
Suddenly, Laura calls to her minions. They come and know what to do.
Jessica is moved with the pole to the cogs in the fireplace. A leaver is
pulled, and she is now rotating over a diminished fire. Laura turns the
large mirror so that Jessica can catch glimpses of the possible
masterpiece Laura has created. Slowly rotating over the warm fire, she
starts to feel the clay hardening around her form. Disappointment is an
understatement. Jessica was looking forward to the end of this horrible
episode in her life. An awful stiffness has become prevalent in the last
fifteen hours.
Laura again calls her minions. Abraham and Toby come and fetch her
creation off of the cogs of the fireplace. She was setting the pole back
in its spot on the table. Three hours later, the form is ready to be
lifted in two halves. This is the hardest part, carefully lifting the
halves apart without damaging the structure. For the most part, success,
two undamaged halves of a ceramic sculpture, will only need minor repairs.
The back half removed reveals the sexy backside of Jessica still very much
stuck in the remaining half of the sculpture. Laura now explains that the
process of removal is longer than her subject understood. Some unpleasant
steps will now need to be performed to extradite her from the art.
First off, an enema to clean her bowels and make additional room to clear
the new exoskeleton will need to be repeatedly performed. Laura
immediately hangs a bag from the pole above her sculpture filled with
port. A broth of onions, lemon, and garlic with the port will need to be
ingested to facilitate the cleaning of her insides. A hose is inserted
into Jessica?s back passage without any further explanation causing
whatever muscles were free to move, do so with a small gesture of
defiance.
The broth is hung next to the enema bag and a tube inserted into Jessica?s
mouth to ingest the needed moisture with the harsh tasting broth that was
prepared for her. Greedily, Jessica consumes the moisture that has been
lacking for the last few days. Slowly, Jessica?s bowls are emptied and
replaced with garlic and onions, and port, which starts to have an
intoxicating effect on this young sexy model.
Truly drunk and wanting out of this crazy situation, Jessica only wishes
to be flat on her back being eaten out by the sexy Laura. The feeling of
gross bodily functions being performed without her body?s consent feels so
wrong. Soon, though, the repeated enemas stop as some sense of consensus
is reached. Jessica is now clean enough to proceed. Drunk as hell, filled
with some eighteenth-century port, Jessica feels oil being poured over her
back. The same herb-filled olive oil has been soaked onto her skin and
down into the mold that she still occupies.
The back half is lowered back into position, and the repairs are made to
the sculpture. Laura takes a few hairs from her head and ties the form
into place. Jessica is now placed back over the fire, rotating slowly on
her pole. Drunk as she is, she can feel the oil run over her skin as
gravity pulls the liquid in its downward direction.
The fire?s additional heat is working; Jessica can feel the oil reaching
and releasing her from the form. Laura is a genius. She only needs to take
Jessica down and remove her from the mold. The enemas have worked, and she
is slipping free inside the mold with each turn.
Laura has come into view now. She is closely examining her work. Waving
her hand, she signals her minions to bring the other offerings. Abraham
and Toby bring a huge sow, skewered on an ash pole, and add her to the
cogs that Jessica solely occupies at this moment. She, like Jessica, is
covered in clay only crudely. Dead and about to be slow-roasted, Jessica
begins to become concerned. Spinning alongside someone?s dinner does not
feel good.
Jessica now witnesses another sculpture being brought forth. Four she-
goats, each is mounting the one in front of themselves along a pole. The
paper funnels let Jessica know that these are living creatures bound to
the pole much like she is. Completely covered in the gray clay, just as
she is, she sees oil and herbs leaking from their well-crafted mold. Now
three poles installed in the fireplace turn slowly being heated as logs
are added to the fire below. This is becoming extremely uncomfortable. The
oil and herbs are heating up to an unacceptable level.
Suddenly everything stops. Thank God, Laura is going to release Jessica
from the mold. A fine piece of art is worth Jessica?s plight. Laura
produced a turnup. She lets Jessica know that nobody likes the taste of a
turnup, but its shape is advantageous. Shoving the vegetable up Jessica?s
ass, Laura lets her know that that will keep the moisture where it needs
to be. Pulling a lever, Jessica now understands that she is being prepared
for dinner along with the pore animals next to her.
Laura has waited a long time for Jessica?s eyes to affirm her
understanding of what is about to transpire. The fear in Jessica?s eyes is
like fodder to her soul. Watching helpless victims come to terms with
their impending doom is so rewarding. A witch?s accomplishments are so
self-satisfying.
A proud witch stands watch over capturing her latest victims. A newly
created offering and several men she had converted to animals in the past.
The sow had become so old she was infertile. Her only value now was her
meat. To have slit that lawyer?s throat and ordered him disemboweled was
complete satisfaction. Twenty-two years of being fucked and rearing
piglets culminating in understanding that he would be a large part of the
ceremony?s menu were quite rewarding. He saw the pile of onions and garlic
that his innards would soon be stuffed with.
Jessica?s bindings started to fray. The magical hold has become weak.
Suddenly a hellacious pounding at the front door shocks all of the
inhabitants. Eighteen seconds later, again, the front doors are being
assaulted. Laura being a powerful witch, moves to see who would dear to
attack her. The signs that she had screwed up her timing on claiming the
life force was forgotten.
Standing behind the doors, she is shocked when her he-goat, Nixey, pounds
her doors off the hinges. The shining black hairs of her prize-winning
goat come blazing forward and knock her for a loop. She hits the ground,
and a life force leaves her body?a ghostly apparition in white fog heads
for Jessica. Several apparitions follow?some white and some red spill
forth and seak out Jessica. A massive crash is heard as Jessica emerges
from the ceramic form.
She is standing in front of the fireplace. Jessica is an oily mess. Naked
and angered, empowered with something she does not understand, Jessica is
continually assaulted by ghostly forms entering her existence. She sees an
angry Laura grab a knife and intend to damage her.
Jessica, holding her palms up, Laura flies across the room backward and is
held fast by manacles that have just appeared at her beckoning. Jessica?s
eyes flash red, and her auburn hair flashes the deepest red that any hair
has ever seen. Quickly her hair turns back to its auburn existence.
Seeing the cat, Jessica holds her hand?s palm together, and a flash
crosses the room, taking out half or so of the cat?s tail.
"What the Fuck, Jacob?"
"She was going to eat me. Roast me alive. You fucking bastard. Time for a
new name Stubby Lulu."
It was back on. Jacob was furious. Jessica?s sexy body, notwithstanding.
Seeing Nixey getting agitated, Jessica ordered the minions to remove and
free the she-goats. She knew that Nixey was Laura?s most resent familiar
but had no idea how she became her goat stud.
Lulu had been busy. She had convinced Laura to change her former familiar
into a stud goat as the need for goat flesh had increased. Jessica had
just blown Lulu?s tail to smithereens. Maybe it was a mistake. Luke could
now never be returned into a full male. Half or more of her tail was now
missing. A penis can not be generated out of thin air. Jessica then
remembered that Luke sat quietly by while Laura was going to slow roast
him.
"Stubby Lulu, don?t fuck with me."
Jessica, now aware that Laura was powerless and without a bit of magic,
wanted to have solid evidence of such desires. She sauntered over to where
she imprisoned Laura. A very aggravated former witch spewed forth threats
that were no longer of any consequence. Once she was satisfied that Laura
was at her mercy, she grabbed a turnup from the table and waved it in
front of Laura. A defiant prisoner refused to take orders. Jessica raised
her left hand while directing the vegetable to Laura?s waiting lips.
Suddenly, Laura?s mouth opened impossibly wide and received the proffered
turnup. The greens spewing forth from her mouth were comical as the global
form of the bad-tasting turnup rendered her speech mute.
Shackled and manacles and now gaged with a turnup, Laura had missed her
opportunity to steal the life force that was Jacob. Countless other souls
had succumbed to her ministrations. A tasty confection resulting in life
extended beyond what nature intended. Twice she had missed the lifeforce
she had planned to ride. A little bit of planning, and she would be back
on top and in control of Jessica?s life force. It was so much easier if
things just went to plan. Now it will be work and planning to get back
what Laura has lost.
This one seemed a little different. She will need to be careful in her
planning this time. Although it was a little scary the last two times, her
life force was in jeopardy. She has been on this earth for two
millenniums. No mortal should be able to get the best of her.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Everything settled out; the sow was still spinning in the fireplace. Nixey
and his she-goats were back in their pen. Laura was held fast in chains
that had appeared at Jessica?s beckoning. Laura now had additional
vegetables stuck in her two other holes. An additional turnip in her ass
and daikon radish in her vagina. Jessica needed to recover from her ordeal
as a "model."
The wave of knowledge that hit Jessica was overwhelming. Every sculpture
in this estate had been someone?s life force harvested to prolong the evil
Witch?s life that was plotting against Jessica. She now possessed the
memories of each individual, Laura had claimed.
Somehow She had performed strong magic that had protected her. At death?s
door, Jessica has emerged triumphant. Jacob is now gone, but Jessica will
persevere. It is a shame that her likeness was destroyed. The sculpture
was beautiful.
As that is what it now feels like, the book in her bedroom is receptive to
her touch. When she caresses its outer binding, it responds positively.
When gently opened, the book directs Jessica to a specific page.
"Wow, you don?t like Laura, do you?"
Pages flipped, and passages highlighted to let the book communicate the
importance of neutralizing the former Witch, which lent credibility to its
statement and cause of action. The book preferred not to let its former
mistress regain power.
This spell looks tricky. If Jessica performed it, she really wanted to get
it right. Nothing had to be brewed in the cauldron. No spell needed to be
said out loud, but the execution seemed to be very time-sensitive. Getting
the manipulation of the subject required it to be flawless but seemed
doable. Then the timing would need to be within the parameters of function
over form. This is the part that worried Jessica. If she was to do this to
Laura, she wanted the full benefit.
The cat had run off; Jessica knew she was now bound to her. Stubby Lulu
was now her familiar. Once transformed, there was no going back. Luke was
a talking cat, and Jessica was now a sexy witch. A very sexy witch. The
punishment that the book described for Laura seemed extreme, but it would
safeguard her from an obvious threat.
If Jessica now possessed all of her powers, what could Luara do to harm
her? Jessica took the ancient manuscript to bed. Now that she could
understand the written word, she devoured the knowledge that it contained.
In the morning, she will remove anything that can be used as a weapon.
Then she will start the manipulation.
Damn, the food slow cooking in the fireplace smells good. Jessica wonders
who the large pig was before Laura had cursed them. Still, her mouth
watered for what will be an excellent meal. Removing all sharp implements,
Jessica stands over her nemesis. She was pulling her turnip gag after
snapping a picture with her phone. A sexy woman with greens hanging from
her mouth was still enough to get your funny bone going.
"Before you decided to roast me, you gave me a sample of the feelings I
may receive from an experienced lover. Do you want that opportunity again,
or should I destroy you?"
Once she had the feeling back in her jaw, she implored Jessica to take her
as a sex slave. She assured Jessica that she would be well worth it.
"Prove it then," Jessica demanded while raising her palm and releasing her
captive.
Laura went straight to her knees and started lapping at Jessica?s cunt.
"No, no, you must get clean and prove yourself worthy."
Jessica beckoned her slave forward and brought her to her former suite. A
warm bath and a good scrubbing just as she received before almost being
sacrificed. Dried and perfumed, a naked Laura was brought to the master?s
bed. She had Laura light candles keeping a cautious eye on her new
treacherous slave. Lying back with pillows propping herself up, she
instructed the cleansed Laura to begin her ministrations on her nether
lips.
Laura shimmed onto the bed, anxious to please her new mistress. Hoping to
lull her into great sexual bliss and then attack, taking back what is
hers, Laura could still feast on the bones of Jessica. To facilitate her
great hail-mary, Laura would need to pull out all the stops. Jessica was
about to receive the best cunt licking possible.
The beautiful Laura came face down between Jessica?s thighs. Little kisses
and licks between Jessica?s inner thighs. Soon she was eating Jessica out
in a mind-blowing rhythm.
"Oh God, keep it up, my little slave. I may keep you around," Jessica did
not lie. She was enjoying Laura?s ministrations. Her pussy was quivering;
moisture was starting to flow. Laura knew her task. This will make the
spell all that much harder.
Jessica shrugged her shoulders, no time like the present, she thought to
herself. The incantation stated in silence started to work. Laura was so
busy eating her pussy she didn?t notice that she was becoming thinner.
Silkier, her mouth etched onto Jessica?s pussy as Jessica scootched to a
standing position, holding her victim by the back of her head pushing her
into the grateful pussy.
This is the hard part, made even harder by the distraction of being
expertly eaten out. She had to keep up the incantation while manipulating
the form in its transition to the desired location. She took hold of
Laura?s body and pressed the whole of it between her legs, keeping her
lips on her snatch. Bringing her body up against her voluptuous ass and
back around over her navel, she then spread her pussy lips so that as she
flattened and became silky, each lip would be in contact with her nipples.
This was the part Jessica was worried about. She wanted that each time she
rubbed her nipples, Laura?s cunt will be ultra excited.
It was at this juncture that Laura became aware that she was being turned
into a garment. Real fear entered the equation as she was losing this
battle to some teenage ass. He was supposed to be her victim. The sexual
excitement was overcoming Laura. Her mouth, such as it was, went into
overdrive. When Jessica cupped her tits, Laura was lost.
Legs draped over one shoulder made for an asymmetric garment. Looking in
the mirror, Jessica took Laura?s arms and tucked them down into her
crotch. Now her arms held the side of her nether lips against her mouth,
and her hands continued through and up to cup her ass. The legs thrown
over her back came into contact, connecting with the waistline. As Laura?s
feet became flatter and silkier, Jessica pulled them out into a flowing
skirt all the way from the back, round to the front.
Watching in the mirror, a half-human contorted in bizarre ways was
becoming greener, silkier, more form-fitting, adjusting to the beautiful
body that is now Jessica. A muffled scream emanated from the mouth now
turned crotch was the last sound Laura was ever able to utter. But when
Jessica rubbed her hands down the forming garment making last-minute
arguments, the garment shuddered in pleasure.
Now complete with her feet becoming a white lace attached skirt, Jessica
put her palms to her ample chest. Rubbing slightly gave an adorable
licking sensation to her pussy. Her nemesis will probably be her favorite
garment. Walking caused Laura?s former feet to rub Jessica?s thighs. This
tickled terribly but was lessened by Jessica's nipples moving around on
Laura?s former pussy lips. When this happened, she could not help but lick
at Jessica?s pussy. In the mirror, this garment was stunning. How did she
learn to do this spell? Laura had never seen this in her magic book.
Laura?s only hope is that the impending Witch?s counsel will take revenge
for her.
Author?s note
The comment by Don Trust about a slow boil was very fortuitous.`
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