When the blessed day came for Gwen's perfectly-healthy child to be killed, Gwen was at Roberta's hotel room door bright and early...around 4:00 a.m. Roberta had given her a key, so she entered quietly, in case her friend was sleeping. In fact, she hoped that she was, because some preparation had to be done on Roberta's energy before she could participate in the sacrifice ritual slated for 8:02 that evening, and the sleep state would be desireable for access to her (and her baby's) subconscious.
  In her black lace dress and black, shiny high-heels, Gwen unlocked the door and whispered to her not-to-be-born child: "We're going to visit someone who wants to see you come out tonight!" The child kicked. Gwen gave her tummy a little punch on the child's ass, returning the blow, and when she felt that all-too-familiar feeling of the child in pain, she said, psychically, "I love you..." in a sing-song voice, to calm the child down. Fetuses are suckers for the "L" word, no matter if you abuse them or not. They so want to believe it.
 Pregnant Gwen indeed found her woman friend asleep, lying on her stomach, and sat down next to her on the bed very gently, even with the 6 pound baby boy inside her. "Perfect", thought Gwen, and lay one hand on the back of Roberta's head (alter major chakra) and the other hand she placed on the base of Roberta's spine (sacral chakra). 
Through a complex and elaborate series of manipulations, Gwen was able to re-vitalize Roberta's primal instincts by putting her cellular awareness much more in touch with her distant past where death was looked at as not only a necessary balance, weeding out the weak in society, but a religious celebration of transformation.
  Sliding her hand under Roberta's body about 3" below her navel, Gwen now finalized the treatment. The vibrations were tremendous as Roberta's animal instinct/nature was aroused after many lifetimes of dormancy and suppression. Suddenly, in Roberta's dream, sex, death, life, killing and healing all became one. She awakened, almost screaming with an awful apin below her navel. Gwen held her mouth.., and held her down until she acquiesced. Roberta had turned and caught a glimpse of Gwen. She knew it was her.., and decided to trust her, putting her life and spirit in Gwen's hands. Roberta could only lay there, in a state of near-paralysis as she felt and visualized knowledges and rememberances that had  profound and dramatic effects upon her. She felt her vagina gaping and pulsing. Her clitoris felt so big that it seemed it was rubbing against the sheet under her, like a giant, feminine penis. She felt a liquid ooze from her in a constant stream that was the most enjoyable sensation she had ever felt.  She was ready.
  She turned, then, to lay on her back and face her friend. She had tears of joy. Now, she looked down at the captive soul inside Gwen and understood completely. All of her socialization and so-called morality had been erased and her true, insinctive, ritualistic nature exposed for her to enjoy. The two women clasped hands and it felt as if one's blood was coursing, pounding into the other. Energetically, this was so. This was now Roberta's abortion almost as much as it was the child's carrier's.
  "It won't be a doctor." Gwen lovingly told Roberta. After a short pause, Roberta replied, "I know." She continued, "I had a dream that the child was brought to a place of great wonder and surprise, where pain turned into freedom and little children first learned lessons and then became spirits." She then described her encounter with Gwen's child's spirit: "I even know the little boy's name. It's Timothy. He was about 2 1/2, and Timothy and I were walking through a park, and I was explaining to him in detail all about the ritual abortion. He seemed very interested in it all. He had a lot of 'why' questions." Gwen listened intently to every detail of Roberta's dream. "He even tried to get me to help him. To disrupt the abortion ritual so that he could be born alive and become a little boy.  He offered me sex if I could help him survive this. He especially didn't like the idea of his spirit being sent to hell.  He seemed confused by it."
   Gwen hesitated, gently running her fingers through Roberta's pubic hair and pulling up on their ends.  (Hair magick is a very potent form of magick).  She then asked, "Well? Are you going to help him?"
  "No way in hell." replied Roberta, and sat up to hug the woman who was ready to expel her beautiful child.
  In fact, the blue cohosh, pennyroyal, tansy and myrrh were already beginning to work their magic on the little baby boy, who had been dreaming of little trucks, baseballs and fire engines. He was now feeling as though less blood and oxygen were coming from his mommy's placenta,  however,  and was wondering why. Maybe she was sick, or anxious or depressed, he wondered. He hoped. 
  As Roberta released Gwen from her embrace, the kid felt the first of the twitches, too. They would lead to full-blown spasms, later, especially once the ritual began, with it's chanting and the "Baby Becomes Mother" sequence performed by the High Priestess. The High Priestess times this maneuver precisely, and when she performs it, placing her hands on the carrier's bloated abdomen, sometimes the water breaks immediately and the dead child appears before them within an hour.
  "You know that we're Satanists, don't you?" Gwen asked. Roberta turned on the lamp and said, "Well, I didn't know what you call it, but it is the truest thing I've ever felt." Seeing Gwen's garb, naked Roberta went to her closet and extracted a black leather, laced front, cut-away corset and layed it on her bed. When she bent, she noticed that she was still very wet and dialated from Gwen's treatment. "Do you see that, sweetheart?" Gwen said to her child, looking in his direction. "We're getting ready!" She gave her belly a couple of hard, fast pulls from underneath. This always made her child nauseous, and more than ten or eleven of them would usually make him regurgitate inside her womb.  This child had had particularly violent reactions to his "mother"  being suspended in an inverse position. Especially in the last two months of it's life.
   "I can't wait to kill him!" said Roberta, squeezing her breasts and lapping her tongue at them.  She smiled to Gwen. Gwen was so touched by that that she approached Roberta and hugged her.  The two women french kissed, and at the right moment, Gwen whispered in Roberta's ear, "Do you want to knock him unconscious?" Roberta looked down at the bulging abdomen and asked, "Can you tell when he's out?" "Oh. I can tell, all right." responded Gwen. "Then let's do it." said Roberta, resolutely. Gwen pulled a thin, wooden, 12" paddle from inside her dress and arranged a pile of pillows on the bed. Gwen calmly took her dress,  panties and shoes off and the two women sat down on the bed, facing eachother, Gwen's hips jutting up from the pillows underneath.     
  "Okay." she said.  "Pull down on my tummy right here, over my cunt, flattening the skin toward my navel. Then hit with the other hand. Okay? Hit good and hard. Otherwise we will just make him dizzy." Roberta got into position and holding the leather instrument, realized that she was finally going to abuse an unborn child, actually bringing it close to death. All women secretly fantasize about a similar scenario. She brought the paddle down hard, but could tell from Gwen's reaction that it was not enough. Gwen was scanning the child for a reaction. Roberta then reared back, her tits swinging as the paddle dived for the back of the boy's head. Gwen knew instantly that he was crying. This infuriated Roberta, who jumped to a kneeling position to get a much larger arc for a harder hit. Her clit stood up as she felt the motherly power that all women feel when they physically and emotionally punish their children. The boy screamed even before it hit.
 Bam!!!
Gwen smiled radiantly, eyes squinted, and squeezed Roberta's other hand in thanks and to help Roberta feel what the child was feeling in it's altered state. The baby was unconsious, and all of it's focus was now on repairing the physical damage done to it's head and brain. Though Gwen had trained for it for years and therefore felt what the boy was feeling a lot more than Roberta did, Roberta still was totally swept away by the sensations of cellular awareness. The vulnerability, the panic and the intensity of the fetus's present state was highly erotic. Roberta kissed Gwen's cunt and they lay together for the rest of the morning and well into the afternoon.