Heather's story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 8
Heather woke up on Thursday morning snuggled up against Abigail, using her shoulder for a pillow and cupping one of her breasts through her nightgown. Their legs were intertwined and she could feel an intimate heat on her right thigh. Mr. Whiskers lay on the other side of Abigail. He stared at Heather through tiny slits while purring contentedly. Heather felt like joining him. Besides a strong craving for nicotine she felt at peace.
She knew that she should pull away, that she should be ashamed and horrified, that if nothing else she should let go of Abigail’s boob. But she had no desire to do so. She’d never known that a breast could feel so nice. Her own had never felt that good. And it wasn’t just because Abigail’s were larger. She felt intimately connected to her best friend and wanted to spend the entire day wrapped up in her arms.
Was she gay now?
According to her dream, Rebecca had participated in the ceremony on Sunday so that Heather would return her affections. Apparently it had affected her feelings for Abigail as well. Was she gay for all women now? Her attraction to Abigail seemed to have increased dramatically after they’d kissed yesterday, right after she’d turned Kathleen into a smoker. She’d remembered feeling the magic flow through her body, like it was alive. Had the magic altered Abigail’s feelings, too? Had she made Abigail gay? But that didn’t explain Kirk and Todd. It was Abigail’s idea for them to go on a double date with the two guys from bible study.
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Monday, February 6, 2017
Heather's story part 7
Heather's story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 7
Heather lay on her side, her arms wrapped around her knees, rocking back and forth in the fetal position, staring at a pool of dark liquid a few feet away, her mind revolting over the images it had just seen as her stomach convulsed, trying to repeal the vile liquid that she’d been forced to consume.
Starshine knelt next to her, speaking softly in a strange language.
Bethany stood nearby, tapping her foot.
“There there now. Let those nasty images fade away,” Starshine said as she stroked Heather’s hair. “Much too much to deal with all at once. Push it into the back of your mind. Let them come back to you at a later time when you’re better prepared.”
Little by little, Heather stopped screaming.
Her muscles slowly unclenched as the monstrous images pummeling her brain melted away. Fading too were the memories of the ceremony itself that had finished just minutes before. The strongest, most frightful images lingered; the blood, the screams, the taste of that foul concoction and the pain it caused her throat, the unnamable thing that had towered over her. And its voice. Its horrid voice. Eventually it all vanished, everything from the moment they’d dragged her into the circle until just a few seconds ago. She could still remember that there had been a ceremony, a horrific one where they had imbued her with the powers of a woman named Constance. But all the details were gone, leaving only paranoid sensations and disassociated anxiety.
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 7
Heather lay on her side, her arms wrapped around her knees, rocking back and forth in the fetal position, staring at a pool of dark liquid a few feet away, her mind revolting over the images it had just seen as her stomach convulsed, trying to repeal the vile liquid that she’d been forced to consume.
Starshine knelt next to her, speaking softly in a strange language.
Bethany stood nearby, tapping her foot.
“There there now. Let those nasty images fade away,” Starshine said as she stroked Heather’s hair. “Much too much to deal with all at once. Push it into the back of your mind. Let them come back to you at a later time when you’re better prepared.”
Little by little, Heather stopped screaming.
Her muscles slowly unclenched as the monstrous images pummeling her brain melted away. Fading too were the memories of the ceremony itself that had finished just minutes before. The strongest, most frightful images lingered; the blood, the screams, the taste of that foul concoction and the pain it caused her throat, the unnamable thing that had towered over her. And its voice. Its horrid voice. Eventually it all vanished, everything from the moment they’d dragged her into the circle until just a few seconds ago. She could still remember that there had been a ceremony, a horrific one where they had imbued her with the powers of a woman named Constance. But all the details were gone, leaving only paranoid sensations and disassociated anxiety.
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
Sorry for the delay
I'd hoped to have part 7 posted by now. I've had a succession of interruptions during some of my best writing times over the last couple weeks. I hope that they are at an end.
It shouldn't be too much longer now before the next part is posted. (fingers crossed)
Thanks for hanging in there and a huge thanks for all of the comments and emails. I appreciated it immensely!
It shouldn't be too much longer now before the next part is posted. (fingers crossed)
Thanks for hanging in there and a huge thanks for all of the comments and emails. I appreciated it immensely!
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