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.”