It had been five days since the ritual. A routine had become established. (tick) bathed and fed Charity. Then she would be leashed up with Hazel and Garnet for some time outdoors during the day. At night, Hazel and Garnet would return to their stall and Charity would play hangman with Killdoll using their toes in the dirt between their cells.
Killdoll had drawn four fat hearts in the dirt.
"Four letters?" Charity lisped. "Hmmm... what could it be? L-O-V-E. And don't start jumping around and have an orgasm! You can't use the same word every time we play. I can't even imagine what kind of brain damage you have suffered."
Killdoll erased the hearts with her foot, then started drawing more. "- - - - - - - -"
"Something different. Finally," Charity said. "S"
Killdoll drew a heart shaped head hanging from the hook.
"E."
"- - - - E - - -"
"O."
"- - O - E - - O"
Killdoll was obviously starting to get excited. Charity could feel her arousal. Her belt was beginning to glow.
"L," Charity said with a heavy sigh.
"- L O - E - - O"
"It says, 'I love you'?" Charity asked.
Killdoll started jumping around.
"Oh, fuck!" Charity cursed.
Sure enough after a few jumps Killdoll orgasmed, dropping to her knees. Arousal washed over Charity and she had to stumble over to her collapse in her cot, grasping her breasts in desperation, once again temporarily incapable of forming any words.
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"This is what we have named the Promontory," Empusa explained.
She had led Faith and Charity on a hike along the coastal cliff trail to the tallest headland on the property. Charity was happy to be with her sister on a hike. She was even more happy that Faith was holding her hand and not Empusa's. She felt like her sister-time quota was in deficit.
"There is a natural cave up top which we are building out right now. It will be the future home of our new Source Witch," Empusa explained.
"I can see the cave opening," Faith said as they climbed the hill.
"What is a Source Witch?" Charity asked. Her lisp was still very prominent when she attempted to make 's' sounds.
"A Source Witch is an individual who has the natural tendency to generate a lot of mana. So, with Killdoll as an antenna and with the addition of a new Source Witch, I will be able to perform magic that is several magnitudes greater than what I can do now with just Killdoll. Just think... Your favorite cat girl hybrid will finally be capable of survival in the wild. The faeries will finally be able to fly. This will improve my queendom so much."
They made their way up to the cave. A stream of steaming water poured from the mouth.
"A hotspring bubbles up into the cave which moderates the temperature to make it a comfortable place to live at all times of the year. Particularly, if the house is open like this."
They walked into the cave. The interior had been smoothed out to create a large rectangular room. About twenty feet inside the cave, five separate chains were strung across the room. One chain dangled from the ceiling, two from high on the walls, and two from either side on the floor. All the chains joined together in the middle, forming a design, which, frankly, looked a lot like a hangman stick figure. (Not the heart shaped ones that Killdoll drew with her toe.) Charity noticed that the chains were not anchored, but rather disappeared into narrow openings in the stone.
"A Source Witch is often overwhelmed by the amount of mana bubbling through her. The mana tends to affect the individual in an adverse manner. They can become very dangerous. Even their touch can result in random physical and mental transformations. It is necessary to keep them very well secured. These chains will be used to secure our Source Witch. They can be loosened to allow the Source Witch to move about the cave, or they can be strung tight to hold her in a spread eagle fashion."
Faith looked out of the mouth of the cave at the ocean reaching towards the horizon. "Isn't it a beautiful view, babe?" Charity nodded. "So, the mouth is always left open?"
"Well," Empusa said. "Yes and no. Once the Source Witch is installed here. We will further secure the cave with not one, but two, arrays of thick metal bars. The arrays will be about ten feet apart. People on the outside will be able to approach the mouth of the cave but never get closer than ten feet to the Source Witch for safety reasons."
"Do women choose to become a Source Witch?" Charity asked.
"Every woman has their perfect calling," Empusa explained. "If their calling is to become a Source Witch, then that is what they will inevitably become. It's only natural. But, that being said, there have been only a few Source Witches in the entire history of our world. So, this is a very, very special gift from the goddess."
"Is the Source Witch here now?" Charity asked.
"She will be gifted to me from the Goddess upon the arrival of the next airship," Empusa said. "The airship that you and your sister are awaiting. We still need to finish furnishing the cave - a nest for sleeping, two women as nurses..."
"Nurses?" Charity asked.
"Even a Source Witch needs nourishment," Empusa explained. The nurses will be housed in a separate facility beyond the back wall of this room.
"Doesn't nursing impl... won't the witch have to touch the nurse?" Charity asked.
"You are a very smart woman, Charity," Empusa noted, laughing. "Nothing escapes you. The chains will be measured so that only the witch's lips will barely touch a nurse's nipple. During feeding the nurse must press her breast through a small hole in the back of the cave. It is believed that this will prolong the length of service for an individual nurse. When nursing is no longer the nurse's calling she will be replaced."
They stepped back out to the mouth of the cave.
"We are preparing that area for the new amphitheater down there and Killdoll will be placed just over here on that small rise during the rituals," Empusa said. "Look! Here come the two guards."
Charity turned and saw the pair of guards carrying a chest between the two of them. She gripped Faith's hand a little tighter.
Faith waved at the guards and greeted them in the native language. Apparently, she even knew their names. They returned Faith's greetings and set the heavy chest on the ground next to Charity. One of the guards knelt down and unlocked the trunk. Charity took a few steps back. Faith continued to hold her hand tightly as the lid of the chest was pushed open.
"Lunchtime!" Faith said, gleefully.
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"- - - -"
"How many times do I have to tell you? You cannot use 'L-O-V-E' everytime that you play hangman! See how easy it is for me to guess? Your brain must be complete mush!" Charity said.
Killdoll stuck her foot through the bars of her cell and erased the four fat hearts she had drawn.
"Hey, come here," Charity said.
Killdoll stepped to the bars that separated their cells. Charity knelt down and placed her hands on Killdoll's hips. In the very center of Killdoll's faceplate, between the two camera lenses that provided Killdoll with stereo vision, there was a slim streak on the metal. A place where a handler had swiped her finger repeatedly over the years and the natural oils from her skin had slowly collected and created a slight discoloration.
Charity slipped her finger down the metal, along the line of discoloration. She only made it about halfway down before she tumbled backwards away from the bars into the center of her cell and began to writhe in ecstasy. Or... not quite ecstasy, but as close to it as possible. She tried to let out a moan, but her voice was gone. Her cell was glowing in the light emitted from her chastity belt.
Eventually, she dragged herself over to her cot and lay down, pinching her nipples, sucking on her fingers, pounding on the faceplate of her belt.
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Charity was trembling with arousal, sandwiched between Hazel and Garnet. They were in the amphitheater partitioned from its occupants by six strong guards carrying sharp-bladed pikes. Faith was sitting in the smaller chair on stage watching as Empusa performed her ritual.
Empusa made sure to describe the ritual to Charity beforehand in great detail guaranteeing that nothing shocking was going to happen.
On the rise on the opposite side of the amphitheater, a handler was stroking the middle of Killdoll's metal bikini. Charity could feel the steady waves of arousal washing over her. She had lost the use of her voice and she felt she would collapse at any moment.
This was a reproduction ritual. Women were lined up, perhaps forty pairs. Four of Empusa's helpers were situated near the front of the line. It was their job to prepare the couples. They knelt before the hopeful couples and began servicing them orally.
When it was their turn, a couple would be led up on the stage, each laying on a cot with Empusa sitting between them. Helpers would masturbate the women while Empusa soaked her hands in some sort of lubricating fluid. When the handlers felt that their charges were sufficiently prepared, Empusa would slowly work her fingers into one of the women, pressing until she could get her entire hand inside, forcing a scream of painful ecstasy. Then she would do the same with the woman's partner.
Once each fist was buried, Empusa would shout out a prayer of some sort. The handler on the opposite rise would stroke Killdoll's faceplate. A wave of arousal would sweep across Charity's body and the couple lying on the cots would jerk and moan as orgasms wrenched away control of their bodies.
Eventually, Empusa would pull her fists free, say a parting prayer, and the couple would be helped off the stage - one of whom, apparently, would now be carrying a fertilized egg - a future daughter.
