Nightmare Witch and Ms. Americana in

A MILE IN HER SHOES

by corvus

corvus8888@outlook.com

This story is inspired by the plot of Mr. X’s 3D comic “Mirror, Mirror” and can be thought of as a non-canon alternate fan take on the same premise. Nightmare Witch, Ms. Americana, and Warlock the Vegan Magician are all property of Mr. X

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PART TWO:

NIGHTMARE WITCH: A TASTE OF HER OWN MEDICINE

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Warlock adjusted the holographic emitter in his hand, cursed softly and tossed it on to the desk in front of him. He leaned back in his chair and look around the sterile tile walls of his makeshift workshop. He cursed again.

That bitch. I can’t believe I let her get me all riled up with her promises of a huge cash payoff, crystals and a chance to rape some aphrodites. I should have known when she sweetened the deal by promising to finally share some of her supernatural lore that she was playing me.

He looked around again and mulled.

Here I was thinking I’d end the day toasting in Americana’s secret hideout and instead I’m stuck regrouping in this old subway hideout.

Warlock had been approached several weeks before by Nightmare Witch who claimed to have a plan to locate Ms Americana’s headquarters, reveal her true identity and steal millions from the secret accounts Brenda Wade had established to fund the superheroine. Warlock had been skeptical about her claims and was loathe to trust the treacherous witch but she had offered him a huge share of the loot and a supply of magically enhanced gems to improve his holo emitters, something he had found difficult to obtain in Earth’s primitive cities. He had still wavered but then she had goaded him about the limits of his holographic “magic” and promised to share with him secret magical lore which would teach him methods for absorbing magical energies and casting true spells. While Warlock would never have admitted it out loud, his few run-ins with true spellcasters on this planet had revealed the limitations of his psionics and holo-fields and forced him to conclude that the only way he could compete with the most powerful villains on the planet was to learn the dark arts and become a magician in more than name.

And once I defeated them I would be ready to return home and use my new powers to force my people to name me their leader…

However, his attempts to learn on his own had shown little success. He’d been unable to cast any spells on his own and while he had been successful in performing a few demon summoning rituals all the entities he had contacted wanted him to seal their pacts with him by bringing various other infernal creatures into this world and since he couldn’t muster the magical energy to properly transport the creatures permanently between dimensions the only alternative was to find a magically enriched female body for the creatures to impregnate, thus allowing their offspring to be born on this plane. Seeing as the only two such such females he knew of were Nightmare Witch and the superheroine Hexanna and he’d had no opportunities to capture either one of them, Nightmare Witch’s offer had seemed to be the only way to find a solution to the problem.

His dreams had been dashed quickly though. Immediately after Warlock and the other villains recruited by Nightmare Witch had succeeded successfully ambushed and subdued Ms. Americana (and just as Warlock was going to seed his defeated foe), Nightmare Witch had ordered her own summoned minions to seize the heroine and then informed them all that the deal was off and she no longer needed their services. In his mind’s eye he could still clearly see her laughing at him with that annoying cackle, tossing him a bag with a small cash pittance and a few gems and telling him to remove his amateur ass from the premises before she cast a curse on him. No fortune, no secret identity….

“Well,” he muttered to himself “there is that crazy theory the Geek has been discussing on the DeltaVillainsPro email list that Americana is actually Wade herself”. He sniggered “Stupid nerd. Americana doesn’t even wear glasses, there’s no way she could be Wade.”

He looked around again. After fleeing Nightmare Witch’s hideout. He’d had nowhere else to go so he’d retreated to this abandoned Subway station. The local police avoided it due to reports of ghosts and creatures stalking its halls, but Warlock knew how to handle such things (especially since he had created several of them himself). Moreover, the station’s platform had been the site of one of Warlock’s greatest victories, the day he defeated and raped not only Ms Americana but also ambushed and impregnated Got Gal and Got Chic when they had come rushing in to rescue the Queen of Justice. He licked his lips at the memory.

Damn Nightmare Witch… I was about to have my fill of Americana again too. You’d think the bitch could have at least let me have my well-earned fun before betraying me.

Warlock had already installed the gems the Witch had given him in some of the emitters out on the platform and entry stairwell to ensure he’d be able to immediately create defenses on the off chance some heroines or unusually brave police came snooping around and he’d also reactivated the security cameras in the station so he could oversee it all from the stations abandoned security office. With everything in place Warlock had then settled down to repair some of the handheld emitters damaged in his battle with Americana, once they were operational again he would decide what to do next. Looking at the emitter he’d been fiddling with he decided it was time for a break and leaning back in his chair he to consider his options on what to do next. He was so deep in thought on the matter that he was startled when one of his intruder alerts went off. Squinting his eyes due to the poor lighting near the camera outside the station, he almost fell out of his seat when he recognized the figure in the shadows….

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Nightmare Witch carefully slipped through the shadows outside the station. Stopping to look behind her she reached down to make properly re-tie the string on her stolen star spangled panties. Things had not gone well, since leaving her hideout and beginning the masquerade journey to Wade mansion she had already had 4 encounters that had threatened her plan. The first had been with a police lieutenant named Dixon who had seemed rather friendly. Too friendly. Unsure of what his relationship to Americana was and afraid that jilting him would tip him off that something was wrong she had given him a blow job and then let him cum all over her bare breasts. From there things had just gotten worse as she somehow managed to encounter 3 separate groups who had it out for Americana. Somehow, all three confrontations had resulted in her losing her top, the first two had forced her to expend her magic to escape and the last group, a new gang in town called the Thunderbirds, had managed to remove her belt and panties as well. If the police hadn’t arrived and created an opportunity for her to grab her costume and escape down a side alley she would have probably still been stretched out over the hood of their car as each gang member lined up to do her from behind. Even with the escape she had paid a price steep though, her power belt had been left at the scene and was probably in police possession now, and there was the matter of the two Thunderbirds who *had* gotten to have her way way with her. She swallowed and tried to ignore the taste of their cum in her mouth from her forced oral with them. Better take care of the rest of it now she thought.

Certain no one was following she held her gloved hand to her belly and activated the ultrasonic emitter built into the cloth. She had seen Americana use it enough times to know what it did and with her magic reserves low it was better to use the device instead of one her spells sperm sterilizing spells. She was caught unaware however when the vibrations from the device seemed to spread from her belly to her crotch.

Mmmmm…. she purred who knew the device could make me this horny as well.. I might have to keep these for my real costume.

She let the device run until she was sure none of the Thunderbird’s sperm would be impregnating her and then turned it off. Moving quietly towards the subway she began to plan the last leg of her trip.

I’ve heard this station is haunted.. well that’s right up my alley and I can use the underground service tunnels to make it the rest of the way to Wade manor unmolested. Without the belt I can’t afford any more street confrontations,

Checking once more to make sure she wasn’t being followed and adjusting her hastily re-donned bra one last time she ran down the stairs into the Subway terminal.

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In the security office, Warlock watched her bound down the stairs and smiled.

Ameri-juggs must have gotten free, he thought, looks like that incompetent stuck up witch shouldn’t have dismissed us after all.

He grinned.

Too bad for her she chose the wrong place to escape through. If she thinks she can sneak through here to the tunnels she’s sorely mistaken.

He turned to the control panel for the platform holo emitters and began selecting creature profiles.

Hmmmmm.. this one worked fantastically last time.. definitely want to lead with it this time, don’t even need the other one since she apparently lost her belt already. Huh, seem to have deleted the worms.. oh well, these creatures based on the ones Lord Power used to milk her and Omega on national television should do just as well.

As the lights on the panel turned green, Warlock smiled and reached over to the switches for the platform’s PA system.

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Nightmare Witch stepped gingerly out of the stairwell and looked out into the inky blackness of the subway terminal. She paused to give her eyes time to adjust to the darkness and after a few moments the columns and edge of the platform soon came into focus. She smirked. All those decades performing rituals under cave roofs and night skies have left my eyes as sharp as a kits, even after my transformation. This trip should be easy. Confident, she strode out into the middle of the terminal and began to look around for a good spot to leap down onto the tracks.

With a loud fwoosh the platform halogens snapped on, flooding the area with bright light. Throwing up her arms to shield her eyes, Nightmare Witch shrieked in surprise and staggered backwards. Before she could get her bearings a familiar voice came over the PA.

“Why hello Ameri-cunt! Who knew I’d be seeing you again so soon! I know you If I’d known you were coming I would have cleaned the place up.” Warlock’s

Nightmare Witch winced. Warlock, of all the people… I heard he’d been ambushing heroines around the city but who knew his lair would be right here in my path....

She put her hands on her hips and scowled in the direction of the PA speaker.

“Warlock, you fool, do you have any idea what you're doing???”

A thought struck her. He doesn’t realize its me. Of course! I never told him the full plan. But considering how I gave his green ass the boot would I be any better off telling him the truth while my magic’s so low? Well, he was cowed easily enough before, I should..

Her train-of-thought was cut off as Warlock’s voice came across the PA again.

“Yes I know exactly what I’m doing Juggs, I’m kicking back, watching some Netflix, catching up on some hobbies... and oh yes! Distracting you while an old mutual friend of ours gets into position!”

At the same moment she heard Warlock’s last words, Nightmare Witch was struck solidly from behind and sent sprawling across the pavement on her hands and knees. She tried to stand but as she pushed herself up from the cold concrete floor she suddenly felt two powerful vise-like claws clamp onto her boots and pll her back. She pulled forward with all her might and the boots slid off her legs with a rubbery popping sound. The claws dropped the boots and reached for her legs but Nightmare Witch frantically pushed away her way clear, rolling over as she slid so she could view the creature assailing her.

Its claws clicking open and shut, the enormous scorpion like creature scuttled towards her. As big as a man and armored like it tank it advanced on her with no fear and began to swing its huge stinger tipped tail at her.

Warlock’s voice crackled over the speaker again. “Awfully familiar isn’t he? And Deja-Vu, you’ve already lost your boots again! Don’t worry though, this won’t be more of the same. I’ve made some improvements since your last encounter with him.”

Before she could respond the creature charged at her again, its claws lashing at her legs. She leapt to her feet, away from the claws nd then leapt back as the hooked tail slashed down through where she had just stood.

“Doesn’t seem very improved to me, Warlock.” She sputtered.

“Oh really? Look down.”

As she tilted her head forward she could already feel goosebumps as the cool recycled air of the platform blew through her now exposed pubic hair and she watched as her slashed and now useless bikini bottoms flutter to the floor.

This isn’t going well. She thought to herself. I can still probably make a deal.of some kind if I can fend off this beast.

She charged forward and grabbed the creature’s outstretched claws with her hands. “Listen to me Warlock! This isn’t what you think....” Before she could finish her sentence the tail rose up above her head and slashed down again. However, as it came down the hooked claw suddenly folded back and from its base a large penis-like extension sprung forward and before Nightmare Witch could block it the creature thrust it into her mouth and began to pump it in and out. startled and choking on the thickness of it, she loosened her grip on the creature’s claws and it quickly pulled them free. Snatching her legs again it then pulled them up and forward bringing her crashing down on her back.and ass. Securing its hold and pulling her legs wide open it then moved forward, placing its jaws directly in front of her vagina. Turning her head to peer around the cock-tail jackhammering her throat, Nightmare watched as the creatures mandibles extended.

Is it going to eat me or give me cunnilingus? she thought. The mandibles froze and suddenly continued to extend and then swivel out to the side and back. To her astonishment, they were then followed by another enormous cock which emerged glistening in slime from the creature's throat. Without hesitation the creature thrust the cock into her defenseless mound and began to pound it into her again and again. As the penetration began, Nightmare Witch suddenly felt the cock in her throat tense and then a stream of semen sprayed into her throat. Her mouth quickly filled with the thick liquid and even as the tail pulled out she had no choice but to swallow most of it.

As the tail whipped back again the creature briefly withdrew the mouth cock as well and leveraging its hold on her legs it flipped her over onto her stomach. Grabbing her arms it then pulled them back, splayed outwards behind her, thrusting her enormous breasts in front of her on the ground. The creature then inserted its mouth cock back into her vagina and brought the tail-cock crashing down into her ass. Nightmare Witch tried to scream but she could barely breath through the semen that was still dribbling out of her mouth. The creature began to synchronize the pounding of the two cocks in her holes, one pulling out as the other thrust in causing her body to move back and forth to the the rhythm, rolling her breasts against the cold concrete floor and straining her bikini top to bursting. Meanwhile she felt a pool forming around her pussy as her own lubricant and the creatures pre-cum frothed between her legs. She quickly began to feel the electric tingle of an orgasm building in between her legs.

No, I cannot believe it! This can’t happen to me! I, the great Nightmare Witch am paying the price for losing....

As the thought went through her mind something inside her snapped and she came harder than she had in years. The lightning surge of it arced through her spine and into the core of her trembling body as the creature’s cocks pulled free from her holes, spewing a fountain of cum across her back and buttocks. Suddenly, the creature vanished in a burst of light, causing the shocked Nightmare Witch to roll over and look around. She reached her fingers between her legs and examined the stickiness that covered them.

“Its just my own juices”. She croaked, ”its cum disappeared to.. it was all one of his projections.”

“Indeed! Just like last time!” Warlock’s voice boomed over the speakers again. “But now I’ve got something different for you. Another set of old friends that I’m sure have missed you. Too bad Omega Woman isn’t here to make this a perfect reunion!”

Nightmare Witch was suddenly surrounded by a circle of light flashes which slowly coalesced into a dozen small creatures, each about the size of a cat. Looking closely she could see had a green elongated shape ending in a mouth surrounded by three tentacles. They quickly sprang up onto their tentacles and began to circle her. Chittering to each other they began to move faster and faster,obviously building to an attack. She held her arms before her like shields and watched them warily.

They’re small but there are many. If I can knock out enough of them though I might be able to leap down on to the tracks and make a run for it.

With a squeak the first one leap at her. She batted it away with her fist and then came around with her other arm to knock down another that had leapt to follow the first. Heh, pathetic creatures. No match for me at all. She batted away 3 more with little trouble and slowly began to inch towards the platform’s edge. Suddenly two leapt at her simultaneously from opposite sides, causing her to swing out both fists to knock them away. As she did so another pair leapt side by side towards her chest. “No you don’t! No one touches these breasts!” she cackled and slammed her gloved arms together in front of her, crossing them as she did so and knocking the pair to the ground. Too late she suddenly realized a 5th creature had jumped right after the other two and it wrapped its tentacles around her gloved wrists.

Can’t move my arms, can’t defend myself...have to get them free no matter what! She thought desperately.

With a mighty heave she slammed the creature against a pillar but it somehow held on. No choice, have to lose the gloves. Good thing AmeriBoobs is such a gymnast. Here goes nothing! Leaning against the column she stuck her bound arms in front of her and pulled one of her legs up in front of her chest. Lodging her foot against the gloves the pushed as hard as she could and pulled with all her might. With the sound of tearing fabric the gloves came off and her arms were free again.

I’m almost out of clothes I have to get out of here.

The creatures, sensing their compatriot had failed to secure her, began their assault anew and in earnest. They flew at her from all directions, knocking her back and forth between them as she knocked them away again and again. She began to tire and her blows became slower, but the creatures didn’t let up. Finally one of them latched onto one of her hands and then another latched on to the other fist. Staggering and unbalanced by the weight of them she desperately flailed her arms in an attempt to throw them off but only succeeded in losing her balance and falling to the floor. She rolled onto her side and began to rise but as she did so her arms came together behind her and the two creatures immediately interlocked their tentacles. As she rose to her feet she could only look behind her to see the two creatures binding her arms behind her.

“Dark Lord’s balls I’m defenseless!” she shrieked.

Realizing their opening had arrived more creatures leapt at her. The first put its tentacles around the clasp of her bra and then pushed off, ripping the final garment from her body and opening the way for another pair who latched on to her defenseless breasts. Nightmare Witch groaned in unwilling pleasure as their tentacles tightened around her breasts and their mouths clamped onto her nipples.She immediately felt an unearthly pressure develop over her tits and her milk began to flow. “My Breasts.. draining me… can’t stop…”. The feeling overwhelmed her and it seemed as if her body was floating on her heels. They violate me and yet my body wants them to take every drop… Their sucking continued non-stop and as her breasts began to soften and then droop her head craned back and her eyes closed.

As she felt the creatures guzzle the last drops of milk from her breasts her eyes flew open. Stripped, fucked, milked, only one thing left… have to stop him before..

Nightmare witch turned towards the direction of the PA and staggered towards it. She stood in the center of the halogen lights glare, completely nude except for her mask and the engorged creatures still suckling her drooping, drained breasts. Her legs spread defiantly, she shouted “ Warlock, you’ve had your fun but you’ve made a grave error today, for I am the mighty Ni-”.

Before she could finish her sentence another creature leapt towards her. As it spun through the air it extended a cock from its orifice and landing square on Nightmare Witch’s face, drove it deep into her throat, silencing her. Exhausted from her ordeal and stunned by the sudden penetration she could only stand there in shock,staring into space while the creature probed her mouth. Seemingly of its own accord her throat begin to reflexively suck on it, which seemed to drive the creature to probe harder and deeper.

In the control room Warlock watched the creatures do their work. He had been looking forward to plowing and despoiling Americana himself but at this point it looked like she was pretty much primed for the final step.These aphrodites regenerate so quickly anyway, he mused, best to proceed to the breeding and then help myself to her after she gives birth and regenerates. He briefly considered sending in a different creature to do the honors but he had been fascinated by the strange tryptids ever since he saw them on Lord Power’s broadcast rape of Americana and Omega Woman and decided he could find room for a few more in his ship’s holding pens.

Back in the terminal Nightmare Witch was barely keeping it together. The draining of her breasts left her feeling weak and with her hands bound she couldn’t use what remained of her magic to cast a spell. She was debating whether trying to bite the creature in her mouth’s member would be more likely to make it disengage or make things worse when she heard the PA come on again.

“Well now, it looks like you and my little friends have gotten along very well”. Boomed Warlock’s voice. “I’m happy to see that because there’s one more of the little guys who’s just now getting to join the party.”

There was a flash of light and another of the creatures appeared in front of the platform wall underneath the PA speaker. Apparently disoriented it seemed to stumble aimlessly.

Wait. Nightmare Witch thought. The others didn’t do that, why would this one be programmed to… oh no…

“And this little guy is special.” Warlock continued. “You see, he’s a real one I purchased from Lord Power and used as a template to create all these holograms. He’s been locked up on my ship for awhile so I think he’s way overdue for a walk, some fresh air…. oh and a rape!”

The creature had gained its bearings and now turned directly towards nightmare witch. With a loud screech it began skittering directly towards her. Realizing its intent and her own vulnerability, Nightmare Witch struggled again to break her arms free and slowly began to backstep. But the creatures on her back held fast and their live counterpart quickly crossed the distance and leapt into the air. Quick as a cat it latched onto Nightmare Witch’s thighs,wrapping one leg around each while the third leg curled under her pubis, between her ample buttocks and then inserted itself firmly into her ass. Firmly anchored, it then extended its wet slime covered penis, and drove it into her defenseless mound. As Nightmare Witch bent over in pleasure it relentlessly pounded away at her vagina, driving her to the edges of consciousness. Finally it released a torrent of alien semen that filled her womb before spilling out of her vagina onto her thighs.

mated with me.. seeded me.. no choice but to bear its spawn now.. can’t hang on…

As the thoughts poured through her mind and another orgasm swept through her body, Nightmare Witch tottered on her feet and then finally fell over backwards. No longer needed, the creatures holding her arms disengaged as did those on her mouth and breasts and vagina all leaving spooms of sperm and milk as they leapt away. Lifting her head, she looked down at her drained breasts and already expanding stomach and then noticed the rest of the creatures closing in, obviously eager to have their fill of her as well. As they leapt she gave a last groan and then slipped into unconsciousness…

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Nightmare Witch awakened with a start and then winced as the harsh lights of the subway platform. Closing her eyes she tried to take stock of the situation. That’s definitely cold hard concrete beneath my ass so I’m still on my back on the platform. I don’t feel any creatures on me though... She thought with relief. She raised her head opened her eyelids a little. Her eyes began to adjust and her enormous breasts came into view. She noticed the large mounds were back to their usual globular milk-filled prime and smiled.

Looks like my body has sprung back already, how long have I been out though?

Her eyes finished adjusting and she saw past her enormous tits to her even larger and very pregnant bulging stomach.

Too Long, she thought, grimacing at the sight..

She tried to sit up but realized her arms and legs were being held in place by chains that had somehow been attached to the concrete floor. She looked around desperately. Nobody here.. have to get away, find a place where I can recharge and cast a spell to get rid of this thing.

Suddenly she felt a pain in her stomach as something began to move around. Oh no, its too late, I’m about to give birth! To her horror she could see her stomach wobbling from side to side between her breasts which in turn were beginning to leak streams of milk. The wobbling stopped as the creature got its bearings and began to move downward. Slowly it ground its way through her un-dilated vagina one push at a time, thrashing as it went.

Its like a vibrator crawled in my womb and is now fucking it’s way out!

She groaned and grit her teeth as alternating waves of pain and pleasure wracked her buddy, she shook back and forth and streams of milk began to arc out of her nipples and through the air. Finally with a wet thud the creature burst out of her vagina and plopped onto the concrete. Shaken, Nightmare Witch could only watch as it flopped around while she panted and felt the milk and sweat dripping off her body.

“Nicely done Ameriboobs!”

Warlock materialized in front of her and calmly dropped to his knees. Picking up the creature he examined it and smiled.

“You really are the best baby factory in town! I know some people like to claim Got-Gal is #1 on that but don’t you listen to them! I’ve impregnated and fucked both of you so you can take my word on it! And speaking of which…”

He placed the creature aside and producing a chloroform mask from his belt secured it over mouth and nose. He then leaned back and ran a finger down her belly and then to her pubis. Hmmm… looks like its already mostly deflated back to normal. He stuck one finger in her cunt and worked it in and out a few times.

Nice and tight still.. she’s definitely ready again already. He paused for a second and looked at the dark triangle of her pubic hair. Odd, I thought the geek said he had photos from the web of Americana sporting a star shaped mound. Meh, who cares, the kid puts too much credit in online photoshops.

He put his hands around her waist and lifted her ass into the air. “I do believe we were interrupted yesterday by that overstepping witch. I owe you a personal seeding!’ Pulling her legs back so they wrapped around his waist, he inserted his penis into her vagina and began rocking back and forth against her.

“That’s right Americana, suck on my cock with that hole of yours. Do what you were made for.”

He watched as her breasts jiggled back and forth to the rhythm of his pounding. Deciding to switch things up he he lifted one of her legs over shoulder with one hand and reached over with the other to squeeze one of the shimmying tits. He squeezed her nipple between two of his fingers and a stream of milk jetted out.

“Haha, so its true what they say about you now isn’t it Americunt? You really do lactate all the time now don’t you?”

He punctuated the question with a hard thrust and she threw her head back. Almost immediately she pulled her head back forward. Over the mask he could see her eyes burning with anger and humiliation. Damn I think she’s so angry her eyes are turning red. He didn’t stop to dwell on the thought however as he began to feel his own climax coming on. Releasing the tit he grabbed her other leg and pulled it up in the air as with the other and began to pound as hard as he could.

“Here it comes Americana, once more I am the master and you are my breeding slave!”

With a loud rolling sigh he came and blew his load into her unprotected womb. He felt her shudder against him and her eyes closed as her own climax overtook her. Warlock pulled out of her and after re-sealing his uniform he stood up and looked over to where he had placed the larvae. To his surprise it had already tripled in size and extended all 3 of its legs.

“Well well, looks like your aphrodite womb really is the top notch breeding material they say it is, this one seems to be coming along much faster than its predecessor. In fact I think its already about set to have its way with you.”

As if on queue the creature scuttled over to Nightmare witches prone farm and climbed onto her stomach. Ignoring her pussy for now it climbed onto one of her heaving breasts and started affixing itself.

“Don’t look now Americana but it looks like you’re in for another milking followed by fucking and impregnation. The way this is going I’ll have a REAL swarm of these things by the end of this week! Tell you what, to show my appreciation I’ll leave the two of you to get acquainted/ I’ve got some shows on the DVR I need to catch up on anyway.”

As Warlock strode away Nightmare Witch realized this was her only chance. She had accumulated a little more magical energy while she had passed out but the birth and the chloroform had dispersed some of it and the milking would make things worse. Her hands were still chained, making a specific spell impossible but if she concentrated all her magic she could release it in one uncontrolled burst. She had seen Hexanna do it once while reviewing her security footage from the day she acquired Americana’s body and was certain if she could match the intensity her foe had shown that it would be enough to break her bonds and drive off the creature, allowing her to escape.

But will it be enough?

She considered it apprehensively.

I’ve lost so much energy to the chloroform and its draining away as I speak. If it proves insufficient, I won’t be able to do it again and Warlock will be tipped off to my real identity which could open a very unpleasant can of worms. But what other choice is there?

The creature begin to suck on her tit and she shivered at the feel of the pressure. Suddenly an old memory popped into her head.

The fertility cults my original mistress told me about… the older circles of witches who used their own fertility and bodies as a means to tame demons and other servitor beasts. She taught me a few of their spells but by the time I finally left her service my body was too old and barren to even consider using them, but this body of Americana’s is completely different….

A wave of pleasure from the milking passed through her and she arched her back in pleasure.

Its so wrong to like this.. but could embracing it be the key to my escape?

She groaned as she felt her energy slipping away.

One way or another I have to act now or end up a breeding factory forever!!!

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END PART 2

NEXT, TWO ENDINGS AS NIGHTMARE WITCH CHOOSES HER PATH:

PART 3-1 A lesson learned

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PART 3-2 Risk it all loose it all