The first signs of fallout

The next several hours pass by in a nervous blur. Neha, too, seems off-kilter somehow, when she returns from wherever Selene had stashed her. She's nervous, says little, and keeps shooting you quick darting looks whenever you're in the same room. Selene, on the other hand, has the look of the cat that caught the canary, smug and satisfied. Neha's dark prophecies from the previous night look to be correct. Dinner, too, was an awkward affair, with both you and Neha ill at ease with one another for the first time in years. Selene, too, is silent, but why wouldn't she be? It appeared she'd made progress in whatever nefarious plan she'd been hatching.

At night, you are too tired to do anything but strip and crash early, and Neha does the same. She forgoes any modesty and strips down to her panties - a white bikini cut pair. You slide into bed together, weary and exhausted and nervous and confused. But just as you nod off, Neha slides her arms around you and squeezes tightly, pressing her face into your neck. You feel a light wetness there, followed by a **** kiss. She says nothing however, and makes herself comfortable on your shoulder. You quickly fall asleep to the dwindling sound of rain.

You wake the next morning to sunlight, and the sound of a giggle. Neha is already up, and she's sitting in bed talking to someone on the phone. Thankfully (or perhaps not so thankfully), she's wearing something on top now - a white camisole, with a strap falling off her shoulder. There's a light blush on her cheeks, and she's wearing a somewhat flirty smile. She notices you awake - "Hey baby, good morning! We can finally get out of here!" she says, leaning over and kissing you softly. "Eurgh, morning breath. Go wash up and we can bounce."

Still groggy, you shamble out of bed to the bathroom, and complete your morning rituals. A little more awake, and more embarrassedly aware that you're only wearing a pair of powder blue panties, you make your way back to the bedroom. You notice that she has efficiently dressed - jeans, and a dark grey hoodie over her camisole.

"Who was that?" you ask, rubbing your eyes. You'd kill for a cup of coffee.

"Oh, that was Armand," she replies, suddenly seeming distracted. "He's fine, going back to college soon. You should call him before you go."

"Right, right..." you say, now distracted yourself. You need clothes, after all.

Neha notices - "Oh, that's right. The mall's apparently open again, so I can go pick up some stuff for you." With that, she breezes past you and out.

__That girl... too much energy in that one, _you think to yourself. You busy yourself, first dressing in the yoga pants and tee-shirt, then starting to tidy up the bedroom. You're lost in the task, until you hear Selene clear her throat behind you.

"Well, well, aren't you a good little maid."

You tense, instantly wary, but you turn around and greet her anyway. "Good morning, Selene. Just cleaning up here. And, of course, thank you for letting us shelter with you for the storm. Neha should be back in a short while, and we'll be out of your hair."

"Oh, the pleasure was all mine, I promise you. But no, I didn't come here to exchange meaningless pleasantries. We have a short window of time, and I will be blunt."

You tense even more, your guard up. Selene continues. "I know what you saw when you put on the headset I gave you. I also know how much it aroused you... really, you came buckets!"

You can't move, your face is pale, your stomach is churning, and your heart is pounding.

"Oh, don't look like that, Ian. Don't worry, I also know what_ _Neha saw when she put it on. And she had it on for a lot longer than you did. And I let her sample some of my finest toys, too. Would you like to see? What am I saying, of course you would. Come along, now."

You follow Selene to your office, where she leads you to her computer. It's a massive thing, clearly ultra high powered. She could reconstruct dinosaur genomes with this... what on earth was she doing with such a rig?

"Watch this."

The monitor shows two cameras - one, Neha, nude, lying in a small, brightly coloured booth, surrounded by surprisingly tastefully coloured sex toys. The other showed her in the simulacrum, what she would have seen. She skips forward until you see Neha plunging her fingers into her very sloppy vagina. On the other side, you see her being taken, hard, by a much taller, heavily tanned and tattooed man. Another skip forward, and another tall, dark haired man is using her as a fleshlight...

"Seems like she has a type..."

What is unspoken in Selene's sly aside is that you are not it.

More such scenes... until...

"That's Armand!" you gasp.

"Funny how that works out, isn't it? He featured prominently in your fantasy as well, as I recall."

On the other side, Neha is plunging a large dildo into her vagina, and she's mewling with pleasure.

More such scenes, all featuring Armand... there's a scene with her in bridal lingerie, making love to your mutual friend, first soft, and then like that was the last day before the apocalypse. Your heart shatters, and you feel like vomiting. In the "real world" half of the screen, you see her arching her back, desperately fucking herself with the same dildo, now shining with her juices, a puddle of them under her hips as well.

"Really, I almost ran out of the rehydration mist... should order some more..."

But you pay no attention to her, for the next scene is, if anything, even worse - you see Neha, perhaps ten years older, and heavily pregnant, riding Armand with an ecstatic look on her face, as one of his hands steadies her huge belly and the other kneads one of her swollen breasts. On the other half of the screen, she lies there bonelessly, tears running down her face and drool running down her chin, as an electronic dildo squirms noisily in her sodden cunt.

Selene switches the monitor off. You are as hard as you have ever been, and a drop of precum has stained your panties and the yoga pants. Selene looks at you, with a smile on her face.

"Well, before I let you go take care of that", she says, gesturing to your hard cock, "let me make you an offer. I can help you with your fantasies, and hers. It's clear that this is something that you love seeing. All you have to do is come back here next week."

Before you can respond, the bell rings. Neha has returned with clothes.

"Times up." Selene says, softly. "Think about it. Come back here in a week if you want... more. Oh, and... keep the panties. I don't think I can wear those again, can I?"

With that, you run to the bathroom. Neha calls for you, and then tells you through the door that she's left the clothes on the bed. You cum quickly, already overstimulated. You rush out, change into the clothes Neha's brought for you - in the correct sizes, and in colours know suit you well; you decide, ultimately, to wear the boxers over the panties. As you leave the Room of Horrors, you notice Neha and Selene chatting. It seems innocent at first, but Neha's eyes are cutting, and Selene is actually looking at her as a cat would look at a mouse. Taking Neha by the hand, you blurt out a hasty goodbye, and leave,