though…
***
Chapter 4
Lydia rolled over in bed, head pounding. It felt like a week-long hangover that was only now beginning to fade, and Emma seemed even worse. Her girlfriend remained passed out, face pressed sloppily into her pillow, her hair a mess.
It was the loss of the locket, they'd realized. It must have had some effect on them, even while they were using it to control other people… the night before, they'd made a loving promise to repair their relationship once they felt better and recovered from withdrawal.
She went downstairs, feeling like hell, and made some coffee. The hot black liquid - and some painkillers - seemed to lighten the pain a bit. She sat in the kitchen and watched the bare trees sway in the chilly morning wind outside.
Her thoughts mostly dwelled on the rather insane things she and Emma had done while under the locket's influence.
Wrapping her robe tighter around herself, she took her coffee downstairs.
Rachel stirred in her cage.
"Morning," Lydia grumbled. "You're sure you don't want to go?"
The girl's brown roots were now clearly visible under her black hair.
"Are you kidding? This is great. I needed some time off from classes anyway."
Lydia shrugged, and separated her robe at her waist . "Alright."
Excited for her morning wakeup ritual, Rachel thrust her head betwe en the bars and buried her tongue.
Lydia was forced to hold the chill bars with one hand to keep steady. The girl really had grown into a good little expert slave, and if she wanted to stay, well…
Her orgasm was quick and satisfying.
Leaving to let Rachel masturb ate like usual, she gave one last comment. "Emma's still out. Might be awhile before she takes her turn."
Her slave just moaned in response , smearing the juices on her face into her own mouth as she fucked her own hand.
Lydia shrugged , took the stairs, and closed the basement door, sipping her luke-warm coffee. "College kids…"
An hour later, while she sat watching television, a knock came on the door.
She opened it with shock.
A thin, wispy blonde stood at her door - gorgeous in all the right ways. Her perfectly angled cheekbones framed soft, expressive eyes. "Gwen? I never thought I'd see you again!"
Gwen looked past her, seeing nobody else in the front hallway. "It's about the locket," she said quietly. "I tried to destroy it, but nothing seems to damage it. I even ran it over with my car."
Lydia couldn't help but stare. " Emma and I have been recovering from that thing all week. It gets in your head. I don't want it anywhere near us."
"Please? I hid it - but someone could find it any time, and then who knows what would happen? You obviously know more about the locket than I do."
Lydia looked back for a moment, up the stairs where her girlfriend was passed out. Her next glance quickly brushed across Gwen's cleavage. "I guess it couldn't hurt to talk about it…"
She went up and dressed, returning shortly.
They walked behind the house, heading into the forest paths right outside the suburb to make sure nobody would overhear them.
Gwen pulled her winter jacket close, eyeing the mix of bare trees and evergreens forming a sea of solitude around them. "It got to me."
"What'd you do?" her brunette companion asked , sincerely concerned.
She looked at the hard, chill ground for a moment before answering. "Seduced and fucked a newlywed on her wedding night."
Lydia blinked. "Wow, that's -"
"And I made her husband watch. Destroyed him, I think. Their relationship sounded like it was about to take a very dark turn."
"That's… wow. That's horrible," Lydia replied. "But I mean… we built a sex dungeon and kind of kidnapped you. That's what the locket makes you do."
"Does it?" Gwen asked, stopping and turning to face her. "Or does it just let u s satisfy hidden urges? Power corrupts, right?"
They just looked at each other for a moment, thinking, misting breaths mingling in the air.
Lydia seemed like she was about to say something,
***
Chapter 4
Lydia rolled over in bed, head pounding. It felt like a week-long hangover that was only now beginning to fade, and Emma seemed even worse. Her girlfriend remained passed out, face pressed sloppily into her pillow, her hair a mess.
It was the loss of the locket, they'd realized. It must have had some effect on them, even while they were using it to control other people… the night before, they'd made a loving promise to repair their relationship once they felt better and recovered from withdrawal.
She went downstairs, feeling like hell, and made some coffee. The hot black liquid - and some painkillers - seemed to lighten the pain a bit. She sat in the kitchen and watched the bare trees sway in the chilly morning wind outside.
Her thoughts mostly dwelled on the rather insane things she and Emma had done while under the locket's influence.
Wrapping her robe tighter around herself, she took her coffee downstairs.
Rachel stirred in her cage.
"Morning," Lydia grumbled. "You're sure you don't want to go?"
The girl's brown roots were now clearly visible under her black hair.
"Are you kidding? This is great. I needed some time off from classes anyway."
Lydia shrugged, and separated her robe at her waist . "Alright."
Excited for her morning wakeup ritual, Rachel thrust her head betwe en the bars and buried her tongue.
Lydia was forced to hold the chill bars with one hand to keep steady. The girl really had grown into a good little expert slave, and if she wanted to stay, well…
Her orgasm was quick and satisfying.
Leaving to let Rachel masturb ate like usual, she gave one last comment. "Emma's still out. Might be awhile before she takes her turn."
Her slave just moaned in response , smearing the juices on her face into her own mouth as she fucked her own hand.
Lydia shrugged , took the stairs, and closed the basement door, sipping her luke-warm coffee. "College kids…"
An hour later, while she sat watching television, a knock came on the door.
She opened it with shock.
A thin, wispy blonde stood at her door - gorgeous in all the right ways. Her perfectly angled cheekbones framed soft, expressive eyes. "Gwen? I never thought I'd see you again!"
Gwen looked past her, seeing nobody else in the front hallway. "It's about the locket," she said quietly. "I tried to destroy it, but nothing seems to damage it. I even ran it over with my car."
Lydia couldn't help but stare. " Emma and I have been recovering from that thing all week. It gets in your head. I don't want it anywhere near us."
"Please? I hid it - but someone could find it any time, and then who knows what would happen? You obviously know more about the locket than I do."
Lydia looked back for a moment, up the stairs where her girlfriend was passed out. Her next glance quickly brushed across Gwen's cleavage. "I guess it couldn't hurt to talk about it…"
She went up and dressed, returning shortly.
They walked behind the house, heading into the forest paths right outside the suburb to make sure nobody would overhear them.
Gwen pulled her winter jacket close, eyeing the mix of bare trees and evergreens forming a sea of solitude around them. "It got to me."
"What'd you do?" her brunette companion asked , sincerely concerned.
She looked at the hard, chill ground for a moment before answering. "Seduced and fucked a newlywed on her wedding night."
Lydia blinked. "Wow, that's -"
"And I made her husband watch. Destroyed him, I think. Their relationship sounded like it was about to take a very dark turn."
"That's… wow. That's horrible," Lydia replied. "But I mean… we built a sex dungeon and kind of kidnapped you. That's what the locket makes you do."
"Does it?" Gwen asked, stopping and turning to face her. "Or does it just let u s satisfy hidden urges? Power corrupts, right?"
They just looked at each other for a moment, thinking, misting breaths mingling in the air.
Lydia seemed like she was about to say something,
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