Chain reaction

You lie in your bed, twiddling your thumbs while absentmindedly scrolling through Nicole's phone. Other than the occasional muffled giggle, you don't hear much from her. You figure that the mirror trick works pretty well. But what about a recording? Could you snare someone over a Skype call? Every sexy answer breeds more sexy questions.

Then you hear footsteps echoing down the hall outside. You search for a quick way to get rid of her phone, uh, uh, there! Trash can. You chuck it across the room and it lands with a thump. You burrow down in the flimsy sheets. The door opens. Your palms begin to sweat. Just thinking about what'll happen causes yourself to stir, but you keep quiet.

More footsteps, and a sigh. "Girl, where'd you go?" Valley Girl accent. She's looking around the room. Silence.

Aching, long, silence. You're terrified. Thank God you pulled your heart monitor off. You hear her tennis shoes squeak along the tile and end right next to you. She bends down, pulling at the bedpan and groaning in frustration. "Empty?! Really! Oh, you're getting it, woman."

Then you hear a phone dialing... a foot tapping... Emily muttering... and your own heart hammering. Nicole's phone rumbles in the trash can. "... Wha?"

You start throwing together Plan B. Okay, leap out of bed, try and swirl her brain as quickly as possible, then bail while she's stunned. Then go find your car. Then go find another country. This was a bad idea - ALL of your bad ideas are because of your dick!

She peers down into the trash can, and the phone stops ringing.

More footsteps, slowly, inching towards you. You squint your eyes and prepare to let loose...

"... (hehEehee)..."

You hear Emily facepalm. "GodDAMMIT, Cole! Why would you do this?! This isn't funny! Uuuuugh." Stomping. You nearly deflate with relief. She tugs at the bathroom door for maybe half a second before she starts kicking it. "Not! Cool! You! Suck! Let! Me! IN!!"

And when you hear the door slowly unlock from the inside, you begin to sweat again. With excitement. She doesn't hear you leave your bed, or crouch along the wall.

The door opens, and you smell Nicole before you hear her. Emily drops her phone.

"HhhhheeeEEEeyyy~...", your **** titters.
"WHA--?! UH. COLE."
"(hehaaheh)... C'mere, Em."
"DON'T! Why are you-- ARE YOU WET? And your-- eyes-- what's with-- wait--!"

You hear a brief struggle and spring your trap, racing around the corner to see Emily shaking Nicole back and forth in terror. The hot blonde mess just smiles witlessly, eyes freakishly spinning with rings of color in her sockets. Her brain repeats what you commanded of it - obey, pleasure, happy, green, white, serve, silly, obey.

You surge forward, and Emily only has time to turn around before you collide. Her piercing blue eyes stand out from within the short, bouncing bobcut of raven hair. Your palms slam into her lavender-green uniform, knocking her large glasses slightly ajar as she falls back into Nicole's waiting lap. She screams. You smile.

And before either get up, you slam the door and throw your weight against it. Everything falls into place. You calm yourself down, slowly reaching down to feel yourself, and listen to Emily's brain falling apart.

"HELP! HELP! STOP!"
"SsshhhHhh... EmmMMm. Look."
"No! Get away! You're... whuh? Uh-- wait! GET OFF ME!"

You hear scuffling, scraping on the floor. The sound of flesh smacking flesh. But you doubt a slap would bring Nicole out of her stupor, not after the mirror. Your breath quickens, and you keep touching yourself. And you listen.

"What did he DO? Nicole! St-staaaaahhhhuh?"
"Mmm, yah... it feels guh...goooood... mmmm." More witless laughing.
"What did... your... your... yuh... yuhh?"
"Ssssssssshhhhhh...."
"...nnn..."

The squirming stops.

"Preeeeetty colorssssss..."
"..."
"Master loves usss. Master made me pretty. (giggle)"
"... ..."
"You're pretty, Emilyyyy..."
"... ... ... prett... yyy?"

Her voice is mouselike. Oh, God, you nearly keel over just from hearing it.

"Yah. Sssshhh..."

And Nicole's brainwashed voice continues to unravel the mind of her best friend. Your mind reels with the possibilities, overflowing with visions of every woman you've ever lusted after. Your old World Civ teacher giggling nonsense in her chair. The stripper from X-Posure with eyes glowing like headlights. Anyone you want, walking towards you with arms outstretched and smiles on their hapless little faces.

Slowly, quietly, you hear a second giggling voice join Nicole's.

You open the door and you hear little mewling sounds from your pet's prey. Nicole is seated straddling across Em's waist, running one hand along her ribcage and stuffing the other down her pants. Her frazzled hair obscures her from the side, but you know that her broken mind is dripping with joy from her success. Em is sprawled out beneath her, glasses sitting crookedly across her contorted, happy face. Those plump lips are whispering your mantra, drunk from Nicole's influence. "worshipobeyprettystupiddroolfuckobeyworsh-shipseyesspiral..."

You nod approvingly. "You're such a good girl, pet." Both of them blush and shiver.