I was summoned to the coven house. Gretta and Samantha were already there. We were led to the potion room where a young man in a doctor's coat was waiting. A physician’s exam table was in the corner of the room. It had never been there before.
Tichaba walked towards the three of us. “We want to make sure that all is going well with your pregnancies. This doctor will be doing your exams.”
The doctor, his expression a creepy combination of lust and evil, seemed to look at all and none of us. “If the three of you could please remove your clothing,” he said in a noticeably robotic voice. I wondered if he was under the spell of the demon.
“Why can’t we see our own doctor?” Samantha asked.
“Please obey,” said Tichaba.
“Wait,” said Gretta. She drew us into a huddle. “We know what bred us, the Demon is in control, we must do as told.”
“Where are the older sisters?” whispered Samantha. “I don’t like this man.”
“Me, neither,” I said, squeezing Samantha’s hand. “But Gretta’s right. Remember how, and who, or what, got us pregnant. What are we even carrying?”
“Better others don’t know, Sam,” said Gretta. “Let’s get it over with.”
Samantha nodded, and the three of us slowly undressed. Samantha left her bra and panties on.
“Remove all your clothing,” the doctor said. Samantha reluctantly shucked off her bra and panties.
He approached Samantha and led her to the table. He had her lie on the table. He took out a seamstress’s measuring tape to measure her belly. He then squeezed her breasts, spending more time than was necessary.
“Please scoot to the edge of the table and place your feet in the stirrups.”
When her feet were in the stirrups, he had her scoot down even more until her butt was actually off the table. She stared straight at the ceiling; her breathing was labored. He placed two fingers deep into her vagina. Turning his hand to and fro. He stood, pushing his fingers even deeper. It seemed as if Samantha had stopped breathing. He pulled his fingers from her.
“Everything is looking okay.”
Gretta was next. Her exam went about the same as Samantha’s, but she was calmer, more relaxed, and played with her hair. Samantha was the one I was worried about. She watched Gretta's exam and did not get dressed. I’m not sure she even blinked, and she kept rubbing her belly gently with her fingers.
Gretta got off the table, went to Samantha, and held her in her arms. Their bellies gently touched. There was a certain eroticism in my two friends’ beautifully naked and pregnant bodies holding each other.
I was brought back to my senses by a hand on my shoulder. I was prodded toward the doctor. He stared at my naked body as I approached. His facial expression was pure evil. I had undressed but now I felt naked. He ran his hand through my hair as his eyes continued to explore my body. A smile came to his face.
I sat on the side of the table. He came behind me, squeezing both breasts. As he kept squeezing the pressure hurt, my breasts were so engorged, but I was not going to give him any satisfaction of knowing he was hurting me. He then guided me to lie prone on the table and measured my belly.
“Scoot way down on the table, please.”
My butt was actually off the table as he placed my feet in the stirrups. Placing his hands on the sides of my ass he pulled me down even further. I could feel his face touching my pubic hair. He breathed in deeply. My stomach turned as he petted my pubic hair.
He twisted his fingers as he pushed them inside of me. I held my breath as he slid his fingers in and out of my vagina. He then did something he did not do in the previous exams. With two fingers in my vagina, he then slid his thumb into my rectum, pinching the tissue between his fingers and thumb. Moving his hand back and forth made me want to crawl off the table. The sensation was so intense an exacerbated moan escaped my lips. As he removed his fingers from me, he then ran both hands through my pubic hair and wiped his hands free of my vaginal juices on my belly.
“All looks good,” he droned, looking at Tichaba. “The master is pleased. See you all next month.”
I lay there on the table. I felt as if I could not move.
Gretta came over to me, easing me into a sitting position and helping me off the table. I put on my sundress and didn’t bother with any of my undergarments. I went back to my shop praying no one would bother me this afternoon.
We had several more exams, each one becoming more degrading than the one before.
We were well on our way into summer. The three of us were very pregnant. We were terrified of what we might be carrying in our bellies, but half of the baby was part of us. The emotions were tearing us in two. I was starting to feel contractions here and there.
One day, near to full term, I went to my shop to get ready to open. Maria was standing at my door.
“Please come with me,” she said with no emotion at all. She was in full possessed mode, talking but staring through me.
I followed her to the coven, with Samantha and Gretta close behind me. All three of us were having strong contractions. Inside, all the witches were there. The doctor was standing at the door with two other ladies.
“These midwives will be helping me this morning,” he said. “Get undressed, quickly now.”
Gretta almost doubled over in a contraction. We had to help her undress. We were taken back to the potion room and placed on the three old wood tables as the contractions started to get intense. The pain was unbearable. The doctor came to my table, spread my legs, and placed his fingers deep into me.
“It will be soon,” he said.
I let him play with my pussy as the contractions came and went. I did not care.
I could hear Gretta and Samantha having a rough time with the midwives. Their screams and whimpers were heartbreaking.
They gave us a potion, and that was the last thing I remember.
The three of us woke up naked on the tables and several of the elders were tending to us. As we started to feel better they came to us with breast pumps.
“Where are the babies?” Gretta asked.
“They will be taken care of,” the elders said in unison.
Mariea came towards me. She rubbed both breasts; they were so sore. She placed the breast pump over my nipple and turned the machine on. Milk filled the container. She milked both breasts and then disappeared with the milk. It was the same with Gretta and Samantha.
We went back about our lives. Mariea would show up to the coffee shop twice a day. We would go into the back room. She would undress me from the waist up and gather my unseen baby's meal. The days went by. I hated her coming because she was not the wonderful, happy Mariea of old. She was also becoming more attentive to my breasts with each visit. It was as if the demon was getting his sexual thrills through Maria.
She loved to massage my breasts and nipples. She always gave my nipples a gentle kiss before she placed the breast pump on. Afterward, she would lick up any milk left on my breasts and nipples.
Halloween would be here soon. The elders for the most part were their good old selves lately. Mariea began making me get all the way undressed to milk my breasts. She loved to lay with me at the shop rubbing my body. I always felt strange doing it, but I never turned down her request.
The coffee shop was doing well. The thought of Halloween coming was a happy but worrisome time. I wondered if the demon would be back to increase his league's numbers. You could not help but wonder how many offspring the three of us could produce in our lifetime.
It was a beautiful fall day when a young gentleman came into my shop. It was getting close to closing time, and the shop was empty. He was up from Boston, taking a small trip for the weekend. He was younger than I was, but we seemed to hit it off. We talked for about an hour in the shop, and I invited him to my house for dinner. I felt like a schoolgirl. I did not have much at the house to fix. Spaghetti and pizza sauce was the best I could do. He did not seem to care, never taking his eyes off of me.