Chapter 10 - part x

The witch pecked her captive tenderly on the cheek.

'Trust me.' Gryselda whispered.

Sarah pursed her lips and gripped the hand rests on her chair with all her strength. She watched in wide-eyed, cold fright as her 'girlfriend' sauntered over to the counter and picked up a heavy meat-cleaver. The witch returned to the whimpering girl and raised the blade, tensed her muscles, and brought it down on Sarah's belly with impossible speed and force.

'See there, I couldn't hurt you if I wanted to...' Gryselda set the cleaver on the table. The blade was cracked and chipping along its length, nearly shattered. Sarah's dress was cut clean through, but her skin was unmarked except for a faint crease where the knife had pressed down on her. There was no blood, no cut, and no pain.

Sarah's breath was quick and shallow, her skin wet with sweat. Gryselda pushed the large, heavy table back with an effortless nudge from her hip, then knelt tenderly in front of Sarah. She leaned forward until she could pull her panting girl into an impassioned, sitting embrace. She shushed as Sarah cried into her shoulder and squeezed her tightly.

'It's okay, my love. You're safe now, and you'll always be. I can't take this back, no matter the magic, no matter how things are between us. A witch's promise is forever, and I promise you that you are safe from me.' Gryselda rubbed Sarah's back and sides as they hugged, as much as the witch could reach of the round girl, that is.

'Oh... thank you... my love...' Whimpered Sarah. 'I thought I was going to wet myself!'

'Oh don't do that, my little love. You're a big girl, too big for an accident.' The witch teased as she pinched Sarah's substantial love handle.

Gryselda released her and bade her lean back in the chair. She rubbed on Sarah's chest, just over her heart, while the adrenaline wore off and her breathing returned to normal. When the girl was calm, Gryselda leaned down to kiss her belly through the substantial hole in her gown. Sarah blushed and reached her chubby hands out to fondle Gryselda's adoring face; this was met with a playful poke to the girl's belly-button and a corresponding giggle. Sarah's belly jiggled as she laughed.

'I'll fix you a nice breakfast in just a bit. But first, I really need to eat someone.' Gryselda dis-entangled herself from her pet and walked over to the far back of the room.

There was a door that Sarah had never noticed before. The witch opened it and there was a sort of cell, like the one that once held Sarah for months while she porked-up. This cell held a growing young woman as well.

She was taller than Sarah, almost as tall as Gryselda, and very well fed. She couldn't have been much heavier than the startled girl seated at the table, but as it settled on a larger body, she looked thinner by comparison. Her brown hair was a cute mess that complimented her heavy face. The witch led the frightened new-girl over to the heavy oak table, waddling with every step; the witch cleared the table and sat her own self on the edge.

The witch pinched and teased her prey while the brunette glanced, blushingly, from Gryselda to Sarah in confusion. Gryselda stood and tugged her victim's gown up over her ham-thighs and rolly stomach; the girl protested but was overruled with a kiss. Soon she was standing naked, then the witch laid her gently on the table.

Sarah watched helplessly, with a sick feeling building in the pit of her gut, as the witch leaned over to caress and kiss the tall girl all over. She left gentle bruises with her lips on the girl's fattest parts while her victim nervously whimpered, moaned, and tried to cover her privates from view with her fat hands. Gryselda kept up this sensual 'feast' for many long minutes, then stopped to plant a long, passionate kiss on the girl's lips.

Then she was gone.

The new girl, the tall girl, the girl heavier than Sarah, was gone so fast that Sarah didn't have time to blink. Gryselda stood erect, then slouched as she stood, cradling her belly. The witch seemed ever so slightly fuller, thicker in the middle, as if stuffed from a huge meal; Sarah recognized the sight. The witch licked her lips and moaned for another long moment, before turning back to her girl.

'It'd been more than six months since my last, I was famished.' Gryselda said while she pinched Sarah's cheek. 'I try not to have them too often, or else I might get fat and then who would take care of my girls?'

Sarah's face was pale, her mouth open to speak but nothing came out.

'Oh, but she was delicious... It's a shame that I'll never know what you taste like, but I'm sure the pleasures we'll have together will far outweigh that.' Gryselda pulled the table back up close to Sarah and went over to the kitchen counter. 'Now I'd better get started on your breakfast! It's late today and you've had such heavy surprises. Besides, you're looking a bit peckish and we'd better put some meat on your bones.'

'You're a monster...' Sarah declared, deadpan. 'I love you... and you're a monster. I'm in love with a monster...'

'Yes my dear, I am.' Replied the witch. 'Now, if you eat up well today and start filling out nicely for me, I'll send you home in the morning. Don't fret! I promise to visit often and we'll have such fun together.'