The Cambion Chronicles Ch. 03

Samantha nodded, Helen followed as they looked briefly at each other. The brunette smiled at Kristanna, "Deal, we start tonight, midnight at the Glades. Meet me at the old Jefferson park, we hang out there."

Kristanna shook her head with a chuckle, "Midnight? Those times don't work for me, I have a curfew at the church."

Samantha got up, Helen followed. The witch shrugged as she grabbed her green bag, "You're a demon, fuck the curfew. Make it work or we won't tell you a thing."

The anger was visible in Kristanna's eyes. Helen quickly intervened. "Actually, 10 PM is fine! We can be there earlier." The redhead trembled in place.

Kristanna couldn't let this opportunity pass because of some scheduling. She had to at least check it out, "Fine, I'll find a way to get there. But you better have some good information." She watched Samantha and Helen walk out of the diner.

From behind Kristanna, a thick and round figure emerged. Aisha placed a hand over her pregnant belly and sat across the nun, taking her time to adjust herself on the cushioned seat, "Well, that was interesting."

"Did you hear everything? Think it's safe?" Kristanna inquired her friend. Since the camp, Aisha had been her conscience, the one she would talk to when she wanted to think about things. That much hadn't changed.

The Hispanic girl shrugged, she didn't seem very convinced, "Ah, querida! I don't know, they seem shady. Then again, what would you expect from witches, amirite? Anyway, you are still you! Badass amazon, big demon powers! That redhead was almost shitting her pants just looking at you. I think you'll be ok."

Kristanna chuckled shaking her head softly. "Yeah, I think I will."

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Margaret stood in the middle of the path at her front lawn, guiding the two young men as they dragged a huge sofa covered in plastic, "Careful with that! Don't bump on the sides of the doorway please." The woman was wearing her usual female suits, except they were much tighter now. She almost burst out of her skirt with her wide hips and juicy ass. She had to adjust and pull it down from time to time, as it moved up with each step. She wore the thick pantyhose to conceal her "goods". On her feet, there were heels much higher than normal, which helped her posture become even more alluring. The white shirt on her chest was no longer buttoned up to her neck as the last three buttons were opened, showing a beautiful cleavage formed by her new, big breasts. Instead of having her hair tied up in a knot, she had a ponytail at the top of her head, falling down her back, which gave her a much younger, less conservative look. She was also wearing her sunglasses as she commanded the workers.

The men passed by Margaret staring shamelessly at her curves. One of them almost tripped due to his split attention. She smiled softly, almost posing for the man in pride. Never in her life she had felt so desired, so powerful.

A neighbor approached, riding a bicycle. She was a middle-aged woman, probably in her forties like Margaret, blonde and long hair. Sweat covered her skin, she wore a tight cycling outfit. For a moment Margaret's heart raced, was it "THE" neighbor? Oh no, that was definitely not her. Margaret could see clearly how hard Susan was working to look hot in those clothes but wasn't even coming close to it, "Changing the furniture, Margaret?" an annoying voice shouted from the sidewalk.

Hearing the familiar voice, Margaret rolled her eyes behind the glasses and turned to face her. She forced a smile, "Susan! How nice to see you here! And yes, I decided to redecorate a little bit."

Susan stared at Margaret, she noticed her enhanced breasts, how much more vulgar the woman looked. The rumors must have been true, she had implants! And did she get her ass done too? How did she heal so fast from the surgery? "I see, good choice, dear! That stuff you had was getting old already I think."

Of course, she wouldn't miss a chance to be passive-aggressive. Margaret just nodded, "Oh yeah, some of that I bought around when you and Paul got married. AGES ago! It was time for a change."

The comeback angered Susan, she took a deep breath trying not to show it. Then she turned to look at the truck parked in front of the house, looking for the logo of the shop where she had bought the new stuff. She had to look it up online and see if she was missing on something for her own house, "Well, good luck redecorating dear, have you thought about hiring someone to do it? Maybe the same person who did my birthday party the other day?"

Margaret nodded, swallowing her anger, "That was me, Susan. I decorated the party for you."

Susan nodded slowly, surprised at the statement, "Right, I see. Anyway, I'll see you at the book club on Thursday! will you be bringing your daughter? I heard she is in town."

Margaret trembled slightly, containing her anger. There was nothing that went past this woman's radar! Her daughter had been in town for only two and a half days! And they had stayed inside most of the time, "Maybe she will come with me. You have a good morning now, dear."

Susan waved goodbye and cycled away, Margaret did a scolding gesture at her from behind, shaking her head in frustration, "Unbelievable..."

The living room was completely renovated after the "leaking" that took place. Margaret watched as Vanessa came down the stairs, wearing a very long and loose skirt, hippie style as it went down past her knee. She had some cute flip flops and the same tank top she had arrived in, now washed. The main difference was that she wore no bra, nothing fit anymore. Her nipples were very visible as her swollen tits almost broke the fabric of the strained top. Margaret swallowed, having trouble to control her thoughts as she saw those hard nipples under the white top, how those soft two melons just shook and bounced as Vanessa went down the steps. She looked away so she wouldn't have an accident in her pantyhose. "Oh dear, maybe you want to... put on a sweater or something."

Vanessa looked down at her cleavage and pouted, "But mom! I like them so much more now!"

Margaret could not disagree with that, "I like them too, honey. But this is not the college campus ok? People talk here in North Jefferson. I'm already "facing trial" for the supposed breast surgery that both of us did together. People are making up all kinds of things! We don't need to push it!"

Vanessa shook her head slowly, a visible sadness in her eyes, "Mom, when will you stop living your life for others? I thought you had changed, you know? After what happened with Sister Morgan and all."

Margaret let out a sigh, she could not disagree with her daughter. Yet somehow, even after all that happened, she couldn't just let it go. It had been a lifetime of living for a reputation. A world in which keeping up appearances was the most important goal, everything else was in second plan, adapted around this core belief. That honest realization made Margaret feel angry, sad. She was reminded of how brief her time could be and how much time she had already wasted. Even now, knowing her time was probably short, she could not let go of her habits.

She let out a sigh, closing her eyes and nodding at her daughter, "You're right, dear. You dress however you want." Vanessa gasped in surprise, Margaret was giving in? She almost had tears in her eyes, honestly baffled by what she heard. Rushing down the last steps Vanessa hugged Margaret, pressing her tits on hers, "Thanks, mommy! I know it's a big step for you."

Vanessa's hands began to slide down Margaret's back, grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed hard. Margaret felt a surge up her spine, her cock throbbed in the pantihose. She let out a moan as her nipples hardened instantly, the same was happening to Vanessa. Right there and then she was ready to just take her daughter upstairs for a savage fuck. When she opened her eyes Margaret saw Rosa standing at the doorway, staring at them with a red face. Margaret quickly broke the hug, Vanessa turned to see the maid and smiled at her with a wave. "Hey, Rosa. What's for lunch? I'm starving!"

Margaret's heart was racing, she tried to calm herself down softly shaking her head. Did Rosa see that overly intimate hug? Her daughter had turned into such a slut and a temptress, when did that happen? Was it because of Kristanna's cum? Or was she already like that and Margaret just didn't know? Probably the latter, after all, she used to be so repressive to Vanessa that she grew up becoming good at hiding everything she did. In a small town, people would talk and Margaret would always find out. Vanessa probably felt free to be herself when she went to college and a bigger city. Was this the daughter she had all the time?

Shaking her head, Margaret did her best to push away those thoughts. That judgment, that line of reasoning was exactly why they didn't talk anymore. She wouldn't make that mistake again, she wouldn't push Vanessa away this time. However her daughter chose to behave, she had to be ok with it. There was no time to waste anymore.

Speaking of time, Kristanna was already running late for her "intern assignment". She should have been here for lunch, so they could go out and buy clothes together. Margaret had decided that she needed to renew her wardrobe, especially with the recent changes to her anatomy. And just as she thought that Kristanna came into view around the corner. She was impossible to miss, a huge amazon wearing the black habit and veil. As the nun approached, Margaret stood by the door waiting for her, "There you are, sister!"

"I didn't mean to be late," the nun apologized. Margaret seemed to shrug it off.

They sat for lunch, Vanessa seemed very happy and excited. She explained how teachers went on some kind of strike at her college and her vacation was near anyway, so she just came home to stay for a few weeks with her mom. It was like nothing had happened the other night. At times Vanessa seemed like a total airhead, but she wasn't really. She just seemed to know exactly what she was doing, what she liked and wanted. In this sense, she was like Margaret. But it seemed like with her mother everything would go through several filters. Religion, morals, business, community, reputation, optics. She thought of everything first, putting her wants last.

Margaret chose to take the actions that would benefit the most dimensions of her life, that would look the best. It narrowed her view so much she was confined to living a certain way, doing only certain things. Vanessa was the exact opposite in that regard. There were no filters, to the point of being shameless and abrasive. It was as if she had defined her personality in opposition to her mother, which is why they were so distant. But now she was here, and for the first time in years, they seemed to be getting along.

As they left the house walking to the car, a man approached the pathway on the lawn, holding the flower bouquet. Vincent stopped as he saw Margaret, Vanessa, and Kristanna walking out the door. "Oh... you are leaving?"

Margaret just signaled for Vanessa and Kristanna to go in the car while she stopped to talk to Vincent, "Hey, Vincent. Had you scheduled a meeting? I don't recall having it on my agenda."

Vincent frowned slightly, "I have to have an appointment just to see you now?"

Margaret smiled and hugged him briefly, in her mind she was just thinking. "After the other night, yes, you do." But she still didn't say it.

"I thought I'd come by to say hi, maybe take you to a coffee after lunch. I heard Vanessa was in town and wanted to see her. She grew so much, can you believe it?"

Margaret nodded, she was growing impatient and decided to cut the conversation as short as possible, "Well, we are busy as you can see, sister Morgan is gonna help me with something, we have places to be."

Vincent looked puzzled, he shrugged with a constant smug smile that masked his anger, "Places to be? Which places? Let's be honest, Margaret, you don't really work." That touched her deep inside, the assumption she had nothing of value to do with her time. She shook her head slightly and just began walking to the car. Looking back at Vincent he had the same sleazy smile. It was clear he hadn't even realized how cruel what he just said had been.

All of his kindness over the years, the flowers, the compliments, and pampering. It was all coming together now. Everything was an act, means to an end. The man only saw Margaret as a trophy wife, incapable, lazy, something to be conquered. She would look good next to him, in his bedroom, at parties. Especially if he could have her money to manage too. And that was about it. It seemed to have gotten worse now that she looked more beautiful and sexy by the day. The man was getting more impatient and showing his true self.

Before walking in the car Margaret replied with a cold voice, "I'm very busy, for your information. Next time, please call my office and schedule an appointment." She lowered herself into the car and slammed the door shut.

Vincent still insisted, feeling offended at how he was being dismissed, pointing at the nun in the car, "What about her? Did she have an appointment? Hmm?" He was being a total dick, just like the night when he got kicked out. Kristanna smiled wickedly and stared him as the window of the car rolled up, closing shut. Vincent pulled back for a moment, feeling his body shiver.

As the car drove away, Vincent looked at Margaret's house, Rosa stood by the doorway. She shook her head at the man with a disapproving stare and slammed the door shut. He threw the flower bouquet at the trash nearby and walked back to his car with heavy and angry steps.

In the car, Margaret shook her head, trying to move past that horrible experience. She turned to Vanessa and Kristanna sitting next to her. "Sister Morgan, I have news about your school! Given the recent developments and how you helped me and my daughter become close again, I have decided to go ahead and make my first contribution. I believe Mother Grace will be pleased. I hope to make more contributions, if you continue to help me, of course."

Kristanna nodded once, looking at the floor of the car. "You're very kind. I'll be here while you need me, Margaret."

The woman nodded, Vanessa also smiled. "You're helping my mom so she helps your old school? That's so cute?"

The nun giggled and shook her head softly. "I'm just trying to be a good Christian."

Vanessa nodded slowly, raising her eyebrows with insinuation, "You are a GREAT Christian, sister. Mhmm! Especially the eyes and horns, that looks so Christian!" Kristanna didn't laugh, still keeping up her shy and regretful demeanor in front of Margaret.

"Come on, Vanessa. Don't say things like that!" Margaret scolded her daughter. The blonde woman just looked out the window with a wicked smile.

Peter took the car to the highway, they were heading towards the Glades. Kristanna looked around as the landscape changed, she saw the fancy houses disappear, then some more remote civilization, small farmhouses. And then the taller buildings from the Glades showed up on the horizon. As they got close, it looked much less appealing though. Kristanna couldn't help but ask, "Where is this store we are going to, Margaret?"

The woman had a devious smile on her lips, she just looked at Vanessa, then back at Kristanna, "Well, After I realized most of my clothes didn't fit, I wanted to buy some new things. Vanessa was on board, but she also added to my idea. She knew this woman that owns several night clubs. She also owns a chain of stores that sell... customized clothing."

The nun saw where this was going, "You are taking us to a fetish store?"

Margaret chuckled, "Ahh you figured it out so fast! Yes! Well, not only that. I told Vanessa that privacy was important to me. So with some calls, I managed to close the store for today, it will open just for us. We will be in there, alone, only a few select employees to assist us."

That truly impressed Kristanna. Margaret was coming a long way, and Vanessa seemed to be expediting the process. There was a big step from the religious woman, uncomfortable with even saying the word "lesbian" or "sex", to the woman reserving a fetish clothing store all for herself and her friends. While Margaret seemed to be very reserved and contained in public setting, she was slowly letting loose when in private.

It took them a few more minutes to get to this warehouse. There was a big sign that said "Sorcha's" in elegant writing. It was a big terrain, with a huge empty parking lot and just a small building at the back. "It's mostly underground, from what I hear," Margaret explained.

They went inside the building, Peter was instructed to be there from 5 PM on, indicating that Margaret planned on spending the entire afternoon in the store at the very least. They talked briefly with a clerk that was already expecting the three of them and were guided down an elevator.

"As requested, the store is closed for you today. You will be taken to the fetish items and clothing floor. We left the items you signaled online in the dressing room for you to try, together with the selected toys. They are courtesy of the house, you may use them as you please and take them with you later, if you wish. Before you spend too long walking through the store, please head to the dressing room to have your measurements taken. A tailor will be there to assist you. As specifically requested, all of the staff today are female only," the clerk explained as they went down the elevator.

Kristanna loved where this was going. Female only, privacy, toys. As the elevator door opened, they saw a beautiful, tasteful, modern store. There were bright indirect lights reflected in the tall, white ceiling. The floor was black and smooth, some kind of marble. There were racks with clothes on display all over, forming aisles. Some mannequins stood in evidence, wearing leather clothes of all kinds. Full-on catsuits, some with holes in the crotch. Many of them wore strap-ons, had ball gags, masks, blindfolds and all kinds of sex toys.

Margaret gasped and grabbed Kristanna and Vanessa's arms, she looked like a kid in Disneyland, scared and admired at the same time. Vanessa reflected her mom's behavior, they laughed together, always pointing at something and then commenting on it. Kristanna tried to stay cool, but she couldn't help but smile. It was a nice store and she had never seen anything like that either. Her dungeon at the camp had only a small collection of objects when compared to this. The store was mostly empty, they only managed to see a couple of different girls behind counters at moments, but they seemed to be going about their business and gave them all the freedom to explore.

They walked around the hallways, looking and grabbing different items for about an hour before they moved towards the dressing room. It was like a celebrity's room, equipped with a full mirrored wall, puffs on the ground, a dresser with some makeup equipment. There were many spots to hang clothes all around the walls, a small elevated "stage" with two steps leading to it. It seemed to be for people to stand on and be measured. Next to this stage was a woman. She was dressed all in black, in thigh-high leather boots with bullet heels, a leather thong and a military leather hat. She also had a tight corset that made her beautiful tits pop up and long gloves that reached the middle of her arms. On her neck, there was a leather collar with a metal ring on it. She had blonde hair, cascading on her back as it escaped under the fancy military hat. The woman had blue eyes, one of them was covered with a black eyepatch, decorated with some jewels.

"Welcome to Sorcha's! I am Bianca, here to take your measurements!"

Margaret replied promptly. "Great! Sorry for our delay, we were browsing the wares! I'll be the first, let's get this over with, shall we?"