Several weeks passed in much the same fashion, however the bond between the women seemed to have grown stronger, no doubt due in part to the now certainty that Lisa was with child. Lisa had still not bled and after so many weeks there was no disputing it... soon she would be a mother.
Alma clucked over her during the days, fluffing her pillows and providing maternal advice about what Lisa should expect and the cowgirl couldn't help but feel excitement at the prospect, her hormones already working her towards motherly, nurturing feelings and thoughts. Little did she know that a far more powerful **** was also at work, shaping her into not only a doting mother, but also a devoted, loving daughter. That **** was Alma.
Her training had continued in much the same way, Alma testing the bounds of what she could make the young thing do while under the influence of her mind-bending **** cocktails most nights. Alma had noticed Lisa's demeanour while lucid gradually change as well, the hostility towards her all but gone, replaced with a growing warmth, the cowgirl's thanks coming much more readily and emphatically these days. She knew that soon she could enact the final stage of her plan, flick the switch and make the girl hers, forever.
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