Or Not?[1st] And Then... [2nd]

You run from the bathroom back into the bedroom, only to see that Olivia is gone. And Rebecca and Sephora are also gone, the room is empty. That... wait what?

If Olivia was going to rat you out, why would she demand that they move, why wouldn't she just shout to the nearest people how it's you, you are the masked kidnapper, that you are the source of all of these problems? What would cause all of them to disappear?

Could it be? You'd only seen one teleport directly in front of you, way back when, back when Erica had learned about the Slut Milk, back when she threw it at you, when she had been... trained.

Oh god, could that be what happened? The app thought your cover was blown, so now it's going to twist them and break them until that is the least of their worries?

That only increases your sense of panic, as you run from the bedroom. You stand at the stairs, wondering whether you should head up or down. You decide to head down, Erica had been down when she was being trained, down in the black room. You run down the stairs, nearly falling a couple of times as you slam into the black glass of the wall. And then you see it. The black door. A sealed room. A... welcome relief?

Activity (Training) in Progress: Mantra Meditation

Access is Denied, Presence of the Master is Not Selected

Secondary Perspective in ****

And along the bottom are the representations of three people, cycling through a thinking expression, a flushed expression, and a face that looks like a sigh. It is Erica, Rebecca, and Sephora.

Was it possible? Maybe. Maybe, just as you entered the bathroom, their collars had sounded, told them to head to their next activity. They weren't teleported, they walked, they weren't going through one of the punishment trainings, but one of the 'activities', which isn't harmless, but could be much worse. So when Olivia jumped into the bedroom, there was no one there. Maybe she's still looking for them. Or maybe she's hiding, thinking you got the others. It would give you time to think. Give you time to try to find a way out of this. Give you time to try to find Olivia.... and what? You didn't know if you could even break a rule as you never had before, but you didn't plan on breaking the rule by attempting to hurt her. You just wanted to explain to her that you weren't the one who put her there in that hole.

I just made a wish and a demon app did it. Yeah, smooth, better explanation 10/10.

Still, she is your roommate, you want to find her, make sure she is ok. So you move back upstairs, trying to look for her. As you turn your back on the black door...

The three woman step into the room. As they do, the black mist strips them of all of their clothes, even Erica. The black circle is still there, carved into the glass, the only object in the room other than the milking bench. Well, there are still the flowers that coat the ceiling, and it feels like the aphrodisiac pheromones are so thick, that it almost looks like incense fills the air.

There is nowhere to go within the room but to the place that they have constantly been pulled to, over and over again. So like students walking into a classroom, they walk to their assigned places, like it is just any other day and not another **** ready to be inflicted on them.

You don't stand in your place. Instead, you stand in the middle of the circle. You are trapped in place again, facing Erica as she comes to stand in her circle. As the last person enters their spot, the distorted voice sounds. *Sit with your legs cross legged. *

You are watching Erica, but you see that she doesn't resist, doesn't even stop to think about it. Right, this is the voice of her Master, the milking bench's voice. Of course she follows it without question. You can hear the sound of Sephora and Rebecca also sitting on the floor to your sides.

Good, now place your palms on your thighs, and close your eyes. The instructions clear, each follows them in turn. You watch Erica place her hands on her thighs, her open thighs revealing the strip of hair just above her pussy.

Now, breathe... Now, release... Breathe... and release. As the last breath releases, you are no longer in the center of the circle, but instead behind Erica. Still, the instructions continue.

Breathe... pull the air down, into your body, deeper, deeper. Like you are filling yourself, fuller, fuller, until you feel you will burst. Now, hold it, hold it, hold it as you feel it flow into you, moving, circulating. Listen to your heart. And release, pushing, expelling, giving up your burden.

As the next cycle begins, your hands move to Erica's back. She jumps a bit in shock, but she tries to keep up, taking in air, holding it, letting go. As she let's go, your hands move up her back, like you are pushing the air from her. Then, as she breathes again, your hands move down along her back, the pressure just enough to make her feel it, but for the touch to almost feel ghostly, a figment of her imagination.

Good. Now feel the blood flowing in your body. With every beat of your heart, the air flows, the life flows. Breathe deep. Release. Breathe... Every breath you take, gives you life. Repeat after me. I am alive.

You don't know what you expect, but part of you feels shocked that it is a near uniform chorus. "I am alive."

Breathe.... The life flows into you, but it also surrounds you. Take it in, build it within yourself. Your hands seem to drift lower with every breath, down to Erica's ribs, then down to the lumbar section of the spine, then to just above her ass. Erica doesn't complain, if anything you feel her breaths grow shallower as your fingers touch newer and newer places.

You are part of this world, part of nature. Breathe in... Breathe out... Breathe in... People are animals, thinking, feeling creatures. Repeat after me. I am an animal. Their words follow mere seconds later, as they speak, before exhaling. "I am an animal."

Good. Breathing is natural. Breathing is what we need to survive, bound in the very nature of being alive, of being human, of thinking, of feeling. Your mind is going deeper, relaxing, while your body is feeling, every small gust rubs your skin, every tiny draft tickles you. Your perspective shifts forward as you lean over Erica, your breath just barely hitting her neck, before shifting to her ears. As you do, you see her shudder.

Repeat after me. Sensation is good. It means I'm alive. "Sensation is good, it means I'm alive." The chorus is just a bit more disjointed now, but you can tell why. As they said it, your arms moved around Erica, to gently rub along the undersides of her breasts. Again, not with any ****, but like you are the wind, teasing and pleasuring with little movements.

Repeat after me. My body is not wrong, it knows what I need. "My body is not wrong, it knows what I need." Your finger tips dance up along her breasts, as she whispers those words back to the faceless master.

Suddenly, the silence is broken by a whimper. But as you look, it is not Erica who made the sound. Sephora is looking down, and you see she is very flushed. And then, in an instant you are behind her, your fingers already rubbing her nipples. And then you are behind Rebecca, rubbing hers. And then behind Erica again. Multiple perspectives, all happening at once. Why only one? The thought is intoxicating, as you feel your cock rise.

My arousal is natural, it is who I am. Without the command, they continue to chant. "My arousal is natural, it is who I am." And you see that Erica is clearly incredibly aroused, her skin flushed. And you can see why, while all of the women with their eyes closed can't. The pheromone mist had gone from a thin incense to a mild fog. And with the increasing fog density, you can start to see that the mist is light pink. And they are breathing it in, deeper, more frequently. Drugging themselves, intoxicating themselves with arousal.

My desires are natural, my ancestors had them, my descendants will have them. "My desires are natural, my ancestors had them, my descendants will have them." Your hands move along Erica's stomach now, slowly moving downward, occasionally circling back, her belly clenching as you do, as if trying to catch your fingers, make them move downward.

Breathe. Let the air flow into your body, lifting your breasts, opening your thighs, moving from the coolness of the air, to the heat of your body. To the wetness within. Now it is less one offs and more a continuous stream of moans, as your hands dance along their lower stomach, just above their hips.

Breathe... The cycle of life is natural. Being alive is being sexual. The heat is you, but the heat will quench. Your body wants to quench the fire. Repeat. "My body wants to quench the fire."

You feel your fingers dive down between Erica's thighs, and there is no breaking of concentation, only a moan as she opens her thighs as much as she can in this position, leans back trying to give you access. As your finger enters her wetness, the chorus is not words, but moans as you penetrate each of them with your finger.

Feed the hunger within. Tell me that you need it. "I need it." Each of the girls does not hesitate, as their bodies grow stiffer, as your finger probes deeper, finding the spot within.

As the pace of your finger increases, you feel the pace of the words also speeds up. I want to feel. "I want to feel." I seek pleasure. "I seek pleasure." I desire love. "I desire love." I need relief. "I need relief."

And then, as another finger finds its way inside, you feel your hand pumping into them, as their words are drowned in a chorus of moans. I exist to give pleasure. "I exist to give pleasure." My breasts draw my partner to me, my pussy is quenched. "My breasts draw my partner to me, my pussy is quenched." I need to cum. "I need to cum." Let me cum. "Let me cum."

And you feel it, as Erica's pussy grabs your fingers, as her body rocks, her back landing against your chest as she cries out in ecstasy. But still, the voice continues, one last set of words. Please breed me. "Please breed me." And as you look, you see that despite not really rubbing her breasts hard earlier, Erica's breasts are dripping with milk. She expresses milk when she cums.