Ethan shivered as he squeezed through the thin gap of the rusted iron fence that bordered a large imposing manor, tattered clothes clinging to his frail, skeletal body as he approached the derelict structure, hoping to find some warmth and comfort away from the heavy rain that only made the night air that much more colder as it bit into his deathly pale skin.

No ordinary child would be out this late at night with nothing but their clothes, but Ethan was different, he had been led down an alleyway with his mother and told to wait for her, only to end up waiting for hours before he’d decided to head back home on his own, a look of worry on his face as he tried to stay positive.

Only to have his hopes crushed as he returned to an empty home devoid of all their personal belongings and furniture as strange men told him to ‘get lost’ chasing him out into the pitch black night as it began to pour.

His mother had abandoned him.

–

Crawling up the darkened staircase and almost slipping on a broken floorboard, Ethan made it to the second floor of the massive house. Stumbling into the nearest doorway as he began to feel the weight of his body pull down at him, fatigued after hours of walking before being drenched in freezing cold rain as he fell on all fours, crawling on spindly arms and falling backwards over the soft, dust covered blanket on the wall, his breathing rapid and shallow as he gingerly wrapped the mouldy sheets around him to retain whatever was left of his body heat, shivering in place as Ethan’s mind wandered.

What had he done to deserve something like this, Ethan wondered. He’d been a well behaved child, humbled and not demanding a lot from his parents. Proud to have followed his fathers teachings as he praised him constantly whenever he was around. Work taking him away from the family for most of the time.

News of his death had been sudden, and before Ethan knew it, the once happy family he had was reduced to a shadow of its former self. With his mother taking to alcohol, Ethan had been left alone and afraid, the young boy becoming the subject of abuse by his own mother as she drank herself to death constantly, even beginning to bring home men Ethan had never seen before, being slapped or beaten for even looking, much less questioning her actions.

Despite being in middle school, Ethan was a sharp child. Which was why he’d been on alert that day when his mother had brought him out to the city for a weekend of shopping, his guard lessening further and further as her suddenly warm reception persisted for most of the day, eating lunch, going shopping, watching a movie.

Just like a normal family again.

Maybe she’d come to terms with the loss of her husband, he’d thought to himself as they entered the alleyway…trying hard to ignore the truth biting away on the inside, eager for more of that maternal warmth he’d missed for so long.

Ethan couldn’t have been any further from the truth than that.

But he couldn’t be bothered to think anymore, Ethan’s frail eyelids slipping shut as the strength to keep them open left entirely. He remembered his father warning him not to fall asleep while his hair was wet but thinking of him now only made the urge to fall asleep bigger despite knowing what it would mean.

Drifting into the darkened realm of unconsciousness, Ethan gave up the fight as he fell asleep, his tiny form in a fetal position wrapped snugly under dirty sheets as the rain continued to pour outside…

–

“W…Where am i?”

Opening groggy eyes, Ethan awoke in a sudden fit as he flew to a seated position, his body feeling weightless, the heavy fatigue and aching of his bruised, worn out body no longer plaguing him as he stared into the white void he now found himself in, curiously watching the small bouts of fog rise from the white floor before sinking back down with childish curiosity.

Before a sudden train of thought enters his head; of a bedtime story his father had told him about what happens to people after their story comes to an end…

Is this…heaven? Am I dead? Where’s daddy then?

Silly boy! Of course you aren’t!

Spinning around with a small yelp of surprise at the sudden voice emanating from directly behind him, Elaine comes face to face with the tall imposing figure of a pale lady dressed entirely in black gothic style clothes. Her figure highlighted by a tight fitting dress that blossomed out from the waist down, seemingly made out of the crow feathers and adorned with a dark crimson variant.

Certainly eye-catching enough, if her deathly pale skin and dark glassy eyes that looked like they weren't looking at anything didn’t do the job already.

Breaking his gaze for a moment as Ethan saw the lady’s arm rise towards him, he scrambles backwards in a hurry, remembering his father’s warnings about strangers before a soft fluffy feeling engulfed him.

Looking down, he takes in the clean set of clothes now covering him up, not realizing he had come into this place without anything to cover up.

There we go~ All dressed up nicely!

Closing the distance between them with a single stride of her legs under the dress, the mysterious woman goes to her knees before Ethan, swooping down to eye level with him, seemingly less frightening to Ethan with her reduced stature, gazing into the warm smile that beamed from her face.

Let’s try that again shall we? What’s your name dear?

With a steady breath, Ethan clutched his hands to his knees as he bowed a head in greeting and thanks. The lady’s warm, motherly aura compelling him to speak.

“I-I’m Ethan…thanks ma’am…f-for the clothes!”

Giggling at his stuttered response, the lady ruffles his head, her porcelain smooth skin and polished nails feeling pleasant to the touch.

Ethan…now what brings a sweet little boy like you all the way out here? You’re probably the first person I've gotten the chance to speak to in years! Maybe decades even! Tell me, what’s the current year?”

As the lady raises her hand from Ethan’s head, he raises a brow before giving his response, seemingly sending the lady into a state of inner turmoil as she trembles in place upon hearing Ethan’s response, the audible crack of gnashing teeth resounding as her gaze goes sullen.

“It's 2022 ma’am…ma’am? Are you…okay?”

Ethan felt a cold chill run down his spine for a moment before the ice cold aura of a predator around the lady vanished as she turned her attention back to Ethan, her face apologetic as she bows slightly.

F-Forgive me there dear! Thanks for helping me out there…now, you were saying?

Realizing he still hadn’t given the story of his arrival here, Ethan began to recount the events that led him to the derelict mansion; from his father’s death to his depressed mother eventually abandoning him entirely. Forced to make his way to this lonesome mansion on the edge of town before collapsing in a room.

By the end, the pale lady had a sad look on her face, a hand clutched to her chest as she dragged the small boy in for a warm hug, Ethan looking about ready to break down in tears as he told the story.

There, there dear! Everything’s going to be just fine now…that incompetent woman, really! It’s a pity a man like your father no longer lives, but then again, it is a blessing of sorts. No man ever deserves to be with a woman like her…

Of course, the lady hadn’t spoken that last part out loud, looking back down at the boy in her arms crying silently as a sudden thought entered her mind. She had hoped to do this with someone…mature…and female, but this was all she could get for now. And who knew how long it would take for the next mortal to wander in here?

It was now or never.

Say…how would you feel about becoming my child?

At that, Ethan whipped his tear stained face upwards, staring into the woman’s wide eyes as he returned the stare unflinchingly. It seemed she was serious.

“Y-you mean…you’ll be my new mommy?”

At that, the corners of the woman’s lips broke into a gentle smile, before a frown of uncertainty came down on her.

Yes…but…in the state I currently am, I cannot currently be with you i’m afr-

“I’ll do it! I’ll be yours!”

Eyes wide with surprise, the tall lady remains speechless for a moment. Studying Ethan’s face; his shiny blue eyes reddened but determined, sniffing back snot as he tried to look his best in front of her.

B-But it will be hard! And you’ll no longer be a boy my dear! Becoming my child means becoming a mature woman, giving in to a life of de-

“I don’t care! I’ll do it! I’ll work hard! I promise!”

Another interruption, another moment of silence as the lady gazed into the determined little boy’s eyes. Sighing as she places Ethan back onto the cold pale floor, rising to her full height as hidden wings sprout from behind her, dwarfing the human child before her as he stares up at her with wide eyes filled not with fear, but with awe.

He probably mistook her for an angel with how her dark wings contrasted with the all consuming white void around them. It took her back to a time long ago when she had bewitched the hearts of men with her appearance, creating a sizable family for herself…before it was all taken away from her in one single night, her daughter's slain and her power sapped away before she had been sealed. The world soon forgetting her existence as she slept.

That is, until the powerful emotions and strength in this human child stumbling into the abode of the item that sealed her had touched her, awakening her briefly for a final bout.

Maybe she would live after all, another chance to start over anew.

Standing straight now with wings spread, the lady’s face soon becomes serious, gazing down at Ethan with a fire in the pitch black coals that almost shirked his gaze from her.

Then…you’re really ready then? To become a daughter of the Night Mother? To devote yourself to an eternity of servitude…no, to a life under my wing?

Ethan simply shook his head up and down, a strong answer that didn’t need words at all.

Sighing, the Night Mother’s eyes shut before that same motherly gaze returned, smiling down at the little boy she wouldn’t have minded taking in as her own child right then and there. But as things stood, she knew that wasn’t possible.

For one, she wouldn’t have been able to provide for Ethan, her power having waned over the thousand years or so she had been imprisoned. Being able to contact him like this was itself a blessing…and what she was about to do would probably put her back to sleep once more.

And secondly, Ethan’s body was about to teeter off the edge of life itself, sensing how weak and frail he was despite how strong and healthy his mental self was despite the years of abuse heaped on him by her mother and the loss of his father. He had great potential within him for a Daughter, despite the gender difference.

But that was a simple fix.

Not wanting to wait a second longer, the massive wings moved forward in an instant like the mouths on a bear trap, slamming down around the body of Ethan before he could even blink, the soft sounds of flowing liquid emanating from behind the wings before they peeled apart, long strings of black sludge stretching from a small, child sized black egg and the feathered limbs as they retreat back into the gothic dress adorning the Night Mother’s body

Then I christen you Elaine, my daughter!

Kneeling down as she places a pale hand against the gooey surface of the egg, she smiles as she feels a subtle kick emanating from within like a human baby in it’s mother’s womb.

Oh Elaine dear, you will turn out so wonderful…

–

Within the dark confines of the egg, Ethan’s small, childish frame begins to change, pumping up with mass as he ages rapidly, boosting past prepubescence and straight into adulthood as the egg increases in size to accommodate Ethan’s now larger body.

But despite his increase in age, Ethan wasn’t looking like a handsome young man. With the Mother’s influence, a young man was not the intended result here as changes began to assault the man’s body; widening hips, a peachy rear filled with fat, a toned yet slender body that oozed femininity, long lithe, flexible limbs lined with generous amounts of fat and flesh.

Ethan’s once spindly, battered body was already looking very much like that of a healthy young woman’s as he remained still within the darkness, thick curvy legs pressed close to the soft B cups that had grown from his chest as he remained in a fetal position, a look of discomfort on the Ethan’s shapely face as his erect member rubbed up between soft thighs, vaguely aware of what was happening to him as his body back in reality convulsed with change.

It would be hard not to notice one’s own manhood begin to slide itself back into their body after all, triggering highly sensitive nerves that had never been there before, sending electric shocks of unfamiliar pleasure throughout Ethan’s body.

Under the dirty sheets, Ethan’s body had kept up with the changes occurring within the Night Mother’s realm, his childish body nowhere to be seen as the same plump legs now extended well outside the confines of the makeshift blanket with his growth spurt, spasming and twitching as his body continued to change, the raging thunderstorm outside masking the sounds of Ethan’s husky groans evolving into feminine breathy sighs of effort as his body reacted to the changes, C cup breasts flopping around as his limp body trashed and kicked on the floor like a malfunctioning animatronic.

With an unrestrained moan emanating from notably plumper lips that shone in the moonlight, Ethan’s childbearing hips thrust outwards in an erotic fashion, sending the dirty cloth flying off of him, revealing Ethan’s new body like a grand unveiling at a science fair; now completely that of an attractive woman in the nude with the loss of his ill fitting clothes as the large manly rod that had only been there for less than a minute had now been replaced by a cute pair of vulva lips, behind which lies a passage of warm, soft flesh that led to the steamy womb now settled within Ethan’s soft, toned belly, ovaries working overtime to pump estrogen through her body as she lay still once more, dainty fingers twitching slightly as her heaving bosom rose and fell with each deep breath.

Where there had been a young boy lying unconscious minutes ago, there now lay the curvaceous form of a young woman who looked to be in her mid thirties, her glassy blue eyes staring into nothing as they began to take on a crimson coloration, her pale pink skin slowly losing its color as a deathly white pallor takes hold, the coarse skin turning porcelain smooth, bringing heaven to whoever graced the softness of its touch when combined with the warm supple flesh beneath.

As if to touch up on the changes, the wild mop of hair atop Ethan’s head cascaded down around him in a silky wave of midnight black, catching the vivid moonlight with each strand as the rain outside had slowed to a drizzle, the thick grey rain clouds giving way to more light pouring in through the shattered windows. Illuminating the pale woman lying motionless on the floor in a puddle of sweat and rainwater as her mind steadily awakened from a deep slumber…

–

My, my, you look absolutely wonderful!

The Night Mother steps around the still unconscious form of her newest daughter as her eyes took in her elegant body; everything from her pert set of breasts that adorned her chest to the way the valleys of flesh rose and fell from just how curvy she was, her hips, waist and legs all coming together in an endless chain that ended with wonderfully petite feet. The entire package clad in perfect skin and mesmerizing hair, not to mention how lustrous and crimson her lips were!

She had been skeptical of her own abilities at first, worried she could only go so far with the transformation process, leaving her newest daughter an abominable cross between male and female, but it looks like she still had it in her after all.

But the celebration is short lived however, as the Night Mother suddenly falls to her knees, feeling as if she had the strength sapped right out of her as her eyes catch wind of her own body beginning to fade.

This was it, with the loss of what little she had managed to restore naturally over the passage of thousands of years, the Night Mother was about to fall back into that accursed slumber once more. But things were different now.

Now she had a daughter to help her, a daughter that could gather more than she ever could with how slow her regenerative powers had been. A daughter she took pain in leaving alone until the day she could free her from her seal.

Gazing back at the shifting form of Elaine as she awoke from her slumber just in time to see her vanish, waving farewell to her daughter as the Night Mother vanishes, ending the void as Elaine snaps back to reality.

–

Awakening for the third time in a row, Elaine groggily stands up, rising to her new height as she awkwardly runs a slender hand over her new body, unable to believe how sensitive her new form is as she takes on a clearly feminine pose; wide hips thrust to the side with a hand over one handlebar,  thanks to the innate knowledge imbued into every Daughter of the Night Mother now swarming her mind. Everything essential to her new role in life; from how to make the best of her newfound femininity to seducing both men and women. It all roiled in her mind, the former young boy simply going with the flow as her mind did it’s best to keep her calm, her body naturally adjusting and taking after the new habits ingrained into her mind as she did a small spin in front of the mirror, admiring every facet of her new body.

It would only take a few hours for it all to feel like second nature to Elaine, already a vastly different person compared to the innocent young boy she had been just minutes ago.

Taking her attention away from her sexy body and staring blankly at the now unveiled body mirror she knew to contain her mother, she wondered what to do as she hoisted it with one slender hand, her lips forming into a cute ‘Ooh!’ of surprise as she marvelled at her newfound strength while being careful not to break the thing, placing it gently on the ground as she moved it back to its original position, hoisting the sheets back over it to conceal.

Her mother needed magical energy to free itself, and the only way she knew to get the most of it was through the carnal arts of sex and other acts of debauchery. It was after all, how the Night Mother and the rest of her once prosperous race lived. Which made it the same for her Daughters, who were now something more than human.

No longer the crybaby she once was, Elaine saw no issue with partaking in sex. Where Ethan would’ve been reluctant to take a man’s cock into his mouth, Elaine would gladly do so without hesitation…but only if required to…or if she took a fancy to them.

Every Daughter of the Night Mother had their own quirks and kinks; some were ultrasensitive to touch while others were ditzy bimbo’s. Elaine had kept her preference for women intact, as evidenced by her occasional tongue clicking as her still acclimating mind came under assault by a torrent of images and scenes conjured up from her sex-crazed self beginning to emerge, sending a pang of electricity through her body with each wave, ending with her pussy spasming in need each time.

It was all strange yet familiar to her at the same time.

Elaine rubbed a hand against her head as she processed this new information while setting aside her dirtier thoughts for later. Eager to get to work but at the same time remaining careful about how to proceed. She had a bevy of magical abilities to aid her alongside her alluring body and charming personality but she had to be careful, according to her mother, the people who imprisoned her could very well still be functioning in modern times.

Not feeling the least bit intimidated, Elaine spun round for the doorway, exiting the room with one last hesitant gaze back towards where she’d hidden the mirror before resuming on her way, walking down the stairs and out the front doors with a cold look on her domineering face, crimson eyes gazing forward as she stepped out into the cool air of the midnight bathed streets.

Before a loud shriek from the sidewalk caught Elaine’s attention; a human woman screaming in shock and disgust as she stared at her wide eyed, following her gaze to her own naked body gleaming in the moonlight.

Freezing her before her hands can dial 999, Elaine calmly walks toward the frozen woman, a look of fear plastered on her face as all she can do is watch as the inhuman woman approaches her, crimson eyes staring into her soul, licking her lips as her eyes lingered on her sizeable breasts and thick thighs, all hidden behind a tight fitting business suit and pencil skirt.

Walking up to her, Elaine runs her hands all over the woman, shoving her into a nearby alley while her phone clatters to the ground behind them, avoiding any more curious eyes as she grunts in pain at being shoved into the wall before giving in to the sudden pleasure of having her body ravished by her attacker as Elaine runs a hand over her prey’s breasts, her other hand sliding under her skirt, tickling the camel toe squeezed up tight against lace panties as she struggles to break free from Elaine’s magical spell to no avail.

Licking her lips as she leaned in for a kiss, the woman suddenly feels all resistance leave her as the warm pair of red cushions envelop her own, a burning love for her attacker replacing all fear and disgust as she suddenly found herself unable to look away, staring deep into Elaine’s face as she leaned fully into her kiss, mobility returning to her as she let herself be handled, quaking in need as she felt her mistresses’ tongue fill her mouth, coiling and playing with her own before suddenly peeling away, panting hard as steam fills the air between the two, Elaine and her partner staring intensely at each other, a blush on both their faces.

Before the stalemate is suddenly broken, the stranger plunges her free hand down towards Elaine’s exposed privates, fingers diving deep into her vagina as Elaine struggles at the sudden stimulation, grunting as she feels the woman’s dexterous fingers rub and probe away at her moist innards. Before Elaine returns the gesture, resuming her french kiss as she takes the woman's face in her arms, eyes shut in satisfaction as she savoured the warmth of her tongue and how good she was at fingering her needy cunt.

She would make an excellent starting point~

The two would go at it all night long, with Elaine ultimately coming out on top despite her fresh experience at having lesbian sex. Dominating the human woman’s mind and body as she cast her spell over her, turning her into a thrall that would mindlessly obey her every whim with love and devotion.

The first thing Elaine had her brand new thrall do was take her home, perusing the woman’s otherwise ordinary wardrobe, wearing ordinary clothes as she had her thrall take her shopping. Walking brashly into a designers store and casting magic on anyone foolish enough to try and stop her.

Elaine had walked away satisfied from the store, dressed in an elegant pitch black Victorian era dress with white highlights that left her slim shoulders and lithe neck exposed, alongside her generous cleavage and curvy back, not to mention how well it complemented her pale skin and crimson eyes. It gave her a regal undead look, like a mother vampire. With this new getup, it wasn’t hard for Elaine to get attention wherever she went; men catcalling her and girls staring, their eyes filled with envy, lust or a little bit of both.

Needless to say, Elaine had bagged herself plenty more girls to add to her growing harem by the time the sun had begun to set, and that was only the beginning. By the time the weekend was over, she had too many girls crowding the small apartment she had ‘rented’ (and totally not stolen from the landlord through hypnosis). Forcing her to get herself more room for her growing harem of loving women of all types.

Now Elaine sat in the middle of her new home, legs folded over each other as she relaxed on a couch, surrounded by a four of her favourite girls, their hands stroking her body all over as she reclined, loving the feeling of being hands roaming across her belly, groping her breasts and exploring her luscious thigh gap as an adventurous hand dives down below, finding purchase in her mistresses’ lower lips.

“Soon mother dearest…soon you’ll be back once more to grace the world with your presence…”

But as she bathed in the joys of the flesh, Elaine couldn’t help but feel herself drawn back to her old life. Her love for her old father still intact…as was the hatred that she now felt for the woman she felt disgusted to call a mother, abandoning her for another man to fill that empty gap in the family.

She did have one spell left that she had yet to try and with her new supernatural senses, finding her mother and the man that she had eloped with would be as easy as stealing candy from a child.

For now though, she had a harem to expand and enjoy…

–

Derrick awoke to find himself in a precarious situation. One moment he had shown up at the doorsteps of the supposed call girl he had found irresistible online, and the next? He had blacked out right as the door swung open, the last thing he saw being the drop dead gorgeous woman on the website.

He’d been so eager to stick his dick in yet another woman that he’d forgotten how dangerous it was to trust in strangers online.

He couldn’t tell what was happening as he fully awoke, the sounds of multiple voices ringing out around him as he saw the blurred silhouettes of various women all around him, giggling as they murmured softly amongst themselves. A few words lingering in his ears.

“Traitor”

“Faithless”

“Coward”

“Scumbag”

Stunned at the onslaught of insults, Derrick struggled harder to move his aching body, his arms bound tightly to his sides as a sudden sting ran up through his unusually softer body as he tried to trash his body, groaning into the sticky tape that served as a gag at the strange feeling rubbing into his groin and weird chest, his muffled voice unusually high.

As his vision cleared however, he began to see yellow framing his eyes, realizing it was his own fringe of hair. Strange, he thought, he didn’t remember growing out his hair long enough to be visible, nor was it ever blonde. And didn’t it look strangely well kept? He could tell with a glance how soft and silky they were.

But the real kicker that made everything click into place however, was the sight Derrick was greeted with as he looked down; at the shapely stocking clad feet bound up tight as a cold wind brushes against an exposed perky rear that the mini skirt around a petite hip did a poor job of concealing, a tight piece of fabric rubbing up against a lacking void between thick, fat filled thighs as Derrick’s eyes finally settle on his smaller torso he possessed, a small set of shoulders flanking the impossible pair of pert breasts that were squeezed up by the rope that bound him in place.

It was only then that feeling returned to Derrick, feeling tightly bound rope biting into his softer, fragile body…and something buzzing between his legs. Eyeing a pink wire in panic as he finally traces it back to a vibrator controller slipped snugly between her tight stockings, its trigger stuck on as the vibrations in his belly grow clearer.

Along with the unfamiliar sensation of having a vagina and the pleasures of the female body.

With no trace of his former, heavily tattooed and muscular body left and wracked by an increasingly intensifying pleasure in her new nethers, Derrick broke down into full denial, refusing to believe she’d been reduced into a petite young girl rendered helpless, screaming as the sound of her own muffled cries only served to make her desperation that much worse, the girl’s around her seemingly enjoying this response as some broke out into laughter.

But instead of the anger that she’d felt before, something else was beginning to fill her heart with anxiety. A burning ache in her chest that only grew alongside the pleasant sensation between her legs as her trashing intensified alongside it. She knew how to address that feeling…no, that need…she just had to break free and her hands would do the rest, dainty hands tipped with manicured fingernails twitching and spasming like mad in an effort to get free.

But before she could do much more, the sounds of approaching footsteps echo across the room, the women falling silent as an extravagantly dressed lady parts the crowd, approaching Derrick as she continued to writhe in place, her angered screams already warped into animalistic cries of pleasure as she looked up eagerly at the woman with puppy dog eyes before freezing in cold fear at the sheer aura of hostility she radiated, crimson eyes gouging holes into her brain.

Even through the haze of lust in her mind, Derrick would never be able to forget those crimson red eyes and pouty lips, the deathly pale skin that contrasted against her all black Victorian era dress that showed off the banging body that had gotten her all worked up…at least, when she still had a penis. Now? All she felt was fear as she gazed up at her…and a slight tinge of…envy?

It was the woman from the dating site, in the flesh!

Before the sounds of a familiar ringtone interrupted the staring competition, glancing down at her phone fit snugly into the woman’s pocket, momentarily distracting and alleviating her from that mind bending pleasure as she felt herself leak onto the floor. Both from fear and excitement as she watched her calmly retrieve her phone, picking up the call as a familiar voice rang out from the other end. The woman’s exquisite soprano voice calmly answered the caller.

“Yes? Oh yes he’s here. What? Who am I? I think the better question is; what’s your husband doing hanging with women like this?”

Before she knew it, a camera flash had blinded her, the outraged and sorrowful voice of her wife coming from the other end as she stared up in despair at the leering face of her captor, unable to find the strength inside of her to fight back, or at least call out to Sophie. It was as if something had drained her of all resistance.

“Oh and by the way? He says to screw off, he’s never coming back to you~ Ta ta~”

Derrick knew it was all over as the sounds of her wife yelling into the phone were cut off, her own mind struggling with so many emotions it was starting to strain her. Pleasure from the vibrator pulsing away at her innards, grief and anger from losing her wife to a misunderstanding brought on by her captor and last of all; the fear and urge to rub herself up against her, to submit her entire being at her feet.

Derrick, a naive man who had never been on the receiving end of a bully, folded instantly, red eyes narrowed into maddened slits as she lost her will, flopping down in defeat as she begged for relief, slobbering into her bondage as she tried to throw herself at the woman’s feet, loving the look of disgust she shot at her as the other women’s repulsed looks added on to that intense feeling of arousal.

Not caring anymore, Derrick gives in to her new life as a slave as all vital information is sapped from her head, replaced with the bare minimum needed to function. A dullard of a woman that would be treated worse than a thrall, hated by even the lowest of the harem girls. Denise would be a staple in the household as the local slave to be ordered around by all, only good for her looks and doing the most basic of housekeeping chores. She felt her nethers leak once more as she jerked herself off mentally to the many faces of scorn directed at her alongside the many moments she looked forward to, debasing herself as nothing more than Mistresses’ slave…

Maybe if she did good enough, Mistress would take her to bed tonight?

–

“Well…that felt…emptier than I was expecting.”

Elaine sighed as she stared down at the mewling mess that was all that remained of the former man who her old mother had abandoned her for. The transfiguration spell had been nifty, working fast the instant she cast it when she’d sensed his arrival at the doorstep. The entire process had been so easy, so fast, that she’d almost felt something wrong about doing this.

She certainly hadn’t expected this man to break this fast.

Sighing as she undid the magical binds, Elaine assigns her new slave duties for the night cleaning the toilet, making sure to jam her former manhood up her sopping wet cunt with a forceful push up her miniskirt, the plastic dildo forcing out a jet of transparent fluids across the floor as it fits snugly into the former man’s sopping wet cunt. The ditzy slave smiling at her own increased workload as she set off for the toilet to fetch the mop, stumbling along the way as she came yet again. A guttural moan marking another impressive spray of precum across the floor, muted only by the tape still left over her face.

And as for her former parent, she could care less what happened to her, whether she decided to end it all or go off looking for yet another man to satisfy herself, her vengeance was satisfied, even more so after discovering firsthand how empty it felt.

A fitting end for the man and woman that had condemned her to death in her old life.

Turning her attention away from the depraved woman, Elaine focuses on the body mirror lying by her bedside, propped up and cleaned daily ever since she’d gotten this house and returned to the manor to fetch it. Closing her eyes as she raised her palms toward the statue, fingers outstretched.

The time was now.

Focusing all the energy Elaine had stored up over the weeks of endless sex, Elaine concentrated on the Night Mother’s visage, still fresh and vividly clear in her mind as the mirror began to tremble with magical energy. The seal coming loose as a figure began to appear in the mirror, dressed in black and very, very tall

My dear girl, You’ve done well for yourself!

By the time Elaine’s eyes flew open, the body of the Night Mother had manifested clearly in the mirror, that motherly face glowing with happiness; that of a mother being proud of what her child had accomplished.

Stepping towards her as the harem of women remained seated, witnessing the reunion between mother and daughter after their brief separation. Elaine smiled warmly for the first time since the dream when she’d met her, a bright smile across her pale face as she savoured her mother’s appearance. Despite being a grown woman now, bits of Ethan had remained within her, notably his urge to be cared for by a maternal figure, manifesting as a pure, burning love for the Night Mother, who she now saw to be her true parent.

“It’s been too long Ma!”

From that day on, the people would be sent into an uproar as multiple women vanished across the country, including a handful of men as rumor begins to spread; of a series of black crow feathers that had the ability to grant the holder's wish if they slept with it in hand, a genie of sorts appearing in the dream realm  to converse.

Unknown to the world, the Night Mother would begin building her family anew, growing her influence once more as she worked with her ever expanding line of Daughters…

THE END