Author's Note: This story depicts graphic lesbian sex, mind control and lactation. If these topics do not interest you or are prohibited in your area please back out now.
This is the second installment of a long story. Those that have read my other stories will know that I tend to have some story behind the sex so if you're looking for a quickie this may not be the place for you.
For those of you that haven't backed out, I hope you enjoy my words.
~CD
Chapter Two
The Farmer's Wife
"So how have you been Vala? It's been... what? Two, maybe three months since I saw you last?" Asked Else Lindermann.
"More than that I'd say. You were still expecting when last I saw you and baby Freda is now almost three months, right?"
"True enough. She'll be three months in a few days." Else said as she picked at the wood of the rough dining table with her fingernail.
They were seated in the kitchen of Else's comfortable, if small and sparse, home that was on the outskirts of the village. Vala had stopped by to visit with her long time friend and see the baby as she had been promising to for weeks now.
The two women had been friends since they were both little girls when Else had lived on the next farm up the road from Vala. The two of them had spent many a day playing in the fields, swimming and braiding each others hair while dreaming of far off places and wondrous sights, of beautiful castles and handsome princes.
Two years ago, Else had married a farmer's son, Gerrald Lindermann, and moved to this small farm further up the road to start her own family.
Since the death of her second betrothed and the reactions she now got from many of the villagers, Vala found that she came to the village center much less frequently now and as a result, saw much less of Else. A small smile passed Vala's lips as she looked at her friend. "I've missed you Else."
Else smiled back. "I've missed you to Val." She said. Else always used that shortened version of her name and hearing it made Vala smile.
"So how do you like being a housewife and a mother?" Vala asked.
Else's smile faded a little and she turned to look out the window. It was in a quiet, almost regretful voice when she said, "It's not like when we used to dream about it when we were girls Val. Not at all."
Vala's eyebrows came together and she asked "Why?"
Else sighed and looked to the bassinet beside the table and the small baby girl who was sleeping quietly. "It's hard Val, harder than I ever imagined. Sometimes at night when I'm awake with her I... it's just hard." Looking down at her hands she added almost too softly to hear, "And being married can be... well, it can be hard too." She seemed to shake herself mentally then looked up and forced a smile. "But it's not all bad. Really. You'll see someday."
It was Vala's turn to look out the window now. "Someday."
Else caught the look and reached across to grip Vala's hand. "It's just a spot of bad luck you're having Val. Sure enough that the dea..." She broke off then started again. "What happened to those two boys wasn't your fault at all. Just coincidence, that's all."
"Maybe. I'm not so sure anymore."
"Nonsense." Else said with a huff. "Don't you be listening to what those miserable old women are saying. It's all just superstition and nonsense."
Vala turned and looked at her a little sharply. "What are those women saying now?"
Else looked away and hesitated, perhaps realizing she had said more than she should have. "Oh. Um, it's... it's nothing. Just old women talking."
Val sniffed and looked out the window, "A year ago they were calling me an 'Ill Omen'. How much worse could it get than that?" When Else didn't answer Vala looked over at her friend, "How much worse?" She asked again.
Else was just opening her mouth to answer when the baby awoke and started crying. Else jumped to her feet and made an inordinate fuss of getting the baby out of the bassinet. Vala suspected she was stalling but decided not to push the issue for the time being.
After the baby had been fed Else fussed about the kitchen for a bit, making small talk over her shoulder but deflecting any attempts to draw her back into the conversation about the old women's talk.
"How about a picnic?" Else asked. "Maybe over by the Old Mill?"
That made Vala smile. She hadn't been up to the Old Mill in years. "Sounds like fun."
An hour later they were settling down onto the mossy rocks that covered the banks of the old mill pond. In truth, although everyone called it the Old Mill, there wasn't really any mill left to speak of. The dam, a stone foundation and raceway were the only things left. The mill itself had burned down years before Vala was even born and the new one had been built a ways downstream, closer to the center of the village. This pond was set far back in the woods and not really close to anything except a few of the neighboring farms so it was rare to see any of the villagers up here. About the only people that came up here anymore were children playing or the occasional family out for a picnic. They ate and talked some more about life in the village, friends and family.
They talked in low voices so as not to wake the baby who was sleeping again in a basket by Else's side. As they talked Vala studied her old friend more closely. Else had long, curly brown hair with deep brown eyes perched over a small nose. She was about two hands shorter than Vala and a little heavier overall. Vala also couldn't help but notice that since she had the baby her already ample bosom had also swelled very noticeably.
