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.

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“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!"