Lacey couldn’t help it. She knew she was sinking deeper and
deeper into the grip of sexual dominance and submissiveness
that the men at The Club had created. She knew that Chloe
was struggling with that same, steely grip. It was like
Lally had taken a hold of the women’s minds as well as their
bodies. Even now, even after they’d been released from the
mansion, even after the nightmare of their treatment in that
place was over, they were reliving it by their own choice.
“Remember when he kicked me?” Chloe said quietly, nervously,
as if she was telling a forbidden secret. Chloe’s fingers
were getting faster and faster, playing with her clitoris,
rubbing the little flaps of skin, pressing into the mouth of
her vagina.
Lacey felt a rush of blood flow down toward her clit. She
pushed her finger inside herself and let the palm of her
hand brush against her clit as she slid her finger in and
out of her pussy.
“I can’t get that chastity belt out of my mind,” Lacey said.
She slid a finger into her pussy and let another one rub
against the crack of her ass. The sweat on her skin
lubricated her finger and she pressed it up into her rectum.
She knew Chloe could see what she was doing in the dim
light. Neither of them cared. “He made me wear that thing
all night long.”
“Remember the leashes. He had us down on our knees and he
came on our faces.”
“I licked his anus in the shower,” Lacey said.
“I licked it too,” Chloe said.
Chloe moaned quietly. Lacey did the same. She drove her
fingers in and out of both her anus and her vagina, again
and again, faster and faster. She’d risen up off of the
bench, holding herself up with one hand while the other
rammed into both of her openings. She closed her eyes and
pictured Lally’s horrible, ugly face. It was the only face
she could see. She tried to concentrate on other faces,
Jason’s, or Jefferson Cole’s, or even Ric Holt’s, but she
couldn’t. All she could see was Lally, that evil leer on his
face as he forced her head down again and again on his rock
hard cock, choking her on it, preventing her from breathing.
“Oh my God,” she whimpered quietly as a pulse of orgasmic
electricity flew through her body.
Chloe spread open her legs and put one on either side of
Lacey against the wall, giving Lacey a full frontal view of
her vagina. She was masturbating by rubbing her clit rapidly
and running her index finger inside her pussy, rubbing the
inner wall of her vagina. Lacey put her feet up against the
wall on either side of Chloe and tilted back so that Chloe
would be able to see what she was doing too. She was
fingering herself in both holes, her hand like a claw
reaching inside both her asshole and her pussy at the same
time.
“Oh God,” Chloe yelled.
“Yes,” Lacey yelled.
When she came, the orgasm pulsed through her body like waves
lapping on the ocean, hitting her again and again, a new
wave rising up and washing over her just before the last one
had even fully subsided.
Lacey looked up at Chloe after her climax was complete.
“Tell me,” Chloe said, “in all the time we were there, at
the mansion, did either of us come once?”
Lacey nodded. “I did.”
“When?”
“On the platform, when the mayor and the other guys were on
top of us.”
Chloe nodded.
“Didn’t you?” Lacey said.
“No. I faked it. So I don’t need to feel bad about this.
It’s just nature. I needed to do it.”
Lacey nodded her head. She felt embarrassed that she’d
admitted to coming at the mansion. Did that make her a
bigger slut? She didn’t know. She smiled at Chloe. She knew
it was true that they needed some kind of release now that
it was all over. There was no way the human body could go
through as much erotic stimulation as they had without
receiving some kind of release eventually. It would have
been torture to keep all that tension and pressure pent up
inside them.
Even still, she couldn’t help but feel like a slut. It
wasn’t that she’d needed to orgasm, that was natural, she
felt she’d earned that. It wasn’t even that she and Chloe
had masturbated together, she loved Chloe in a very real
way, and while that love wasn’t necessarily sexual, she
didn’t feel bad about sharing sexual feelings and
experiences with her friend.
What made Lacey feel like a slut was the thoughts she’d had
while she’d made herself come.
She said to Chloe, “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“And you promise to tell me the truth?”
Chloe laughed. She raised two fingers in the air. “Scout’s
honor,” she said.
Lacey looked right into her eyes.
“Who did you fantasize about when you were coming?”
Chloe smiled at Lacey sadly. “Lally,” she said.
Lacey nodded.
“They get inside your head, don’t they?” Chloe said.
“Yes they do.”