Evil momma

Outside TIUMP's main gate, Ema scowled as she made her way towards a limousine parked at the curb.

A well dressed man with grey hair bowed as he opened the back door to the limo. "Young mistress, so good to see you. The madam has requested your presence-"

"I got a phone, you dolt!" Ema fumed as she got in the back, slamming the door hard behind her.

"Young mistress, please handle the limo with care," the man sighed as he made his way to the driver's seat.

"You can just repair it, can you not? Now what business does mother want with me?" Ema snarled as the limo began to take flight.

"The madam will inform you of the matter personally."

Leaving the TIUMP area boundary, the limo flew a good ways west before finally arriving at a 3-story white marble Roman-themed mansion nestled in the mountains.

"It always hurts my eyes with how white everything is. Could she not meet me in the villa, or perhaps paint the damn place?" Ema growled as she got out.

"The madam has a very demanding role. She can not move so freely, nor does her position put her at the liberty of modifying the mansion to great extent," the man sighed.

"Oh she could! All this shit was cooked up by her anyway! She could modify it as she so pleases!" Ema fumed as she kicked open the front door.

A corridor of priestesses all gazed in unison in her direction, following her with their eyes as she stormed to the throne in the center of the room. There sat a young hairless woman with large breasts, garbed in the same white robe and sneakers as all the priestesses. Unlike them however, she was also wearing dark blue capri jeans and did not have her mouth sealed by a wall of flesh.

"Ema! Mommy's been waiting for ya!" The woman swooned as she trapped Ema in a hug.

"UNHAND ME, MOTHER!"

"Na-ah, I've been without you for too long. I couldn't come to the induction ceremony, you know."

"Like I'd want you there!"

The woman began to pout. "So mean. I gave birth to you, so treat me better... Change into your uniform."

"No."

With a smirk, the woman snapped her fingers, causing Ema to find herself garbed in a maid uniform.

"YOU BITCH!"

"What? It's just stored in my gravity safe. Now mommy wants a massage."

"Was your head not waxed before my arrival?"

"That's the wax, this is the massage. Now gimme creamies."

Ema glared in disgust as she pointed her finger at her mother's mouth, sealing it with a wall of flesh. Her mother moaned with delight and plopped back down in her throne as Ema began encasing her head and face in a thick creamy white lotion.

"Mmph! Ngh! MMPH!"

"Why do you make me do this!? Just because you're the matriarch doesn't mean you can force me to shred my dignity for your pleasure," Ema scowled as her face began to go red.

"Mmph ngh mmph, ngh mmph ngh ngh. Ngh, mmph mmph ngh mmph mmph ngh ngh mmph. Ngh mmph mmph [I'm your mother, so you gotta listen. Besides, you give way better massages than the servants. That's my daughter]!"

"STOP THE GAG TALK WILL YOU! It's... It's embarrassing..."

"And waste telepathic energy? You know how straining this magic is? Plasma waves directly into your brain, but at a frequency that doesn't hurt. This is supposed to be relaxing for me," Ema's mother telepathically grumbled.

"And so you called me back just for this... I can't wait to become grand magistrate so I can start my own house."

"Yurika Nihei... You've heard of her."

Ema went still.

"Yurika Nihei... She was set to become a priestess, but do you know what she did? She rebelled and killed 12 of my precious priestesses. TWELVE! And I gave her a year's mercy, even allowing her to enroll as a priestess! Ema, do you know what happens when I'm defied?"

Sweat began to pour down Ema's face as she found herself frozen with fear. This was the true face of her mother, Akumama Shikazen, matriarch of the Shikazen family, founder and head of the Priestess Order.

"I know of her. She uttered such uncouth filth at the induction ceremony. If you wish to-"

"Your coven lost to hers."

"Th- That was due to the Erito heir! Her powerful magic took me out, and then Yonson was stupid and allowed the biohazard-"

"Ema, I don't tolerate failure, but I AM merciful. My eyes and ears are everywhere. You roughed up my limo, kicked open my door, talked back to me, then gave me attitude when all I wanted was a NICE relaxing massage! Ah, but mommy gag talking make my face go red. Your mercy period is over."

Eama's eyes bulged as rings of gravity formed around her arms at the shoulder tips before cleanly severing both. Screaming in pain, she collapsed to the ground, yet her severed arms continued to massage Akumama's head as if nothing was wrong.

"MY ARMS! YOU BITCH!"

"Oh, don't be all grumpy. There's no blood loss, and they can be reattached just fine. Come on, how many times does this make that I've done this to you? 3, 4, or so many I've lost count. Jenkins?"

"Approximately 149 times before now, Madam," the limousine driver bowed.

"See? Your 150th time. 150 failures too many... Now get out. Your failure will be absolved once the week passes. I'll return your arms then."

"I HAVE SCHOOL, YOU WHORE!"

"Hoho? Fighting me even now? Well aren't you rebellious. Fear not, I'll return them to you by tonight. I AM merciful after all. Now leave. Mommy wants to enjoy a full proper massage."

Ema gritted her teeth, yet turned hide and stormed away. "Damn whore! One day, I'm going to usurp you, then everything will be mine!" she thought.

If her mouth weren't covered with a wall of flesh and creamy lotion, Akumama would have let loose an evil grin. "GOOD Ema. That hatred you bear at me, use it. Use it to ascend to greater heights when you become matriarch. Although, that won't be for 50 years minimum says I," she thought. 

...

Once Akumama's massage was done, she unsealed her lips and carefully levitated Ema's arms into a pair of boxes. "Hmm, maybe I should have done her legs too. Then I'd be able to have 4 deliverywoman come. Nah, I'm a merciful woman. Besides, it might raise too much suspicion if I showed up with three instead of just one," she thought as a priestess stepped forth. "Ah yes, this will be a happy reunion for you, assuming she's even able to recognize you," she grinned as she stared intently at the priestess.