You try to warn her

“What in the world is wrong with you?!” Samia hissed. Her head swung around to see if anyone was watching. No one was, but she still tried to keep her voice down.

You roll on your back, trying to cover yourself with the one hand still in your control, but your other hand - his hand - slowly slips out of your waistband. To your horror, his hand reaches up, inviting Samia to take it and help you to your feet. The fingers are still slick with your juices, but you feel the trap baited. “Please don’t come closer!” You beg.

“Come on, Jaz! The others are going to lunch, let’s get you back to the hotel and you can sort your-” “No!”

As soon as Samia reaches to take “your” hand, it lurches to grab her wrist and yank her downwards. She loses her balance and collapses on top of you in the bushes, knocking the wind from you slightly. Her white blazer immediately got covered in the dirt and her khaki capris scratched by the branches as she fell. Samia was always so fastidious about her clothes and appearance and you know she’d be even more upset by the clothing damage.

“Are you drunk?!?” Samia slips and struggles in the tangle of clothes and bodies as she tries to climb off you and back to her feet.

“Samia - Run!” You gasp out, still regaining your breath from where she elbow dropped onto your stomach.

“What?” She paused, completely confused at this.

“Run!” You hiss one more time, but it's too late already. Samia’s eyes go wide and she instinctively swats at her backside, apparently feeling the spectral hand caress her buttock through her capri pants. You try to push yourself away using the limbs you do control, but Samia pulls both hands to try to fight off her phantom molester. She falls onto your thighs, pinning you where you are.

“Back off, whoever you are!” She spits back over her shoulder, looking for whoever would have the audacity to grope her like this. Samia spun to look at you. “How are you doing this?!”

“No, I-” You’re interrupted again - by yourself. His hand shoots out once more, grabbing Samia by the back of her neck. ‘You’ drag her forward with inhuman strength, pulling her on top of you again until you are face-to-face. Her scent is powerful this close… her black hair spills over you, her brown eyes are glaring into yours, her plump lips part to say something. But you don’t find out what, because his hand pulls her down onto your lips and smashes them together.

She struggles against both you and the invisible hands, but she has no more success at it than you did. In your unfortunate post-climax haze, you allow yourself to relax and kiss her on the lips. “Mmpmmph!” Her eyes go even wider at this, but his hand is too strong for her to pull away. Out of fear or curiosity or some hazy mix, she softly returns the kiss, and both of you feel a slight release in the pressure pushing you together.

Samia gets just enough slack to slide her lips off yours.

“What’s happening…?” She whispers.

“He wants us to-”

“He!?” Samia cuts you off, but there is finally recognition in her voice. Recognition that this is more than just her friend being a mental case. However, ‘he’ didn’t pull the two of you into the bushes to hear you whisper. His hand clamps on her neck again and pulls her back to your lips.You’ve known her for years, but only ever thought of her as a close friend. You wondered if there was a girlhood crush between you two years ago, but it never amounted to anything - how could it? But you felt feelings in yourself that you hadn’t before. And then suddenly you felt them leaving you… directing their attention towards her. Flowing into her.

You’re face to face with Samia again, but behind the eyes isn’t your old friend. It’s ‘him.’ Or ‘her’ or whatever from the train.

“Hello Jasmine.” He says through her voice.

“Let her go!” You hiss at him, You realize you have control of your hand again and release Samia’s neck to push her off, but now she has ‘his’ strength and has you pinned in the dirt. “Let ME go!”

He just smiles down at you. “But we’re having so much fun.”

“Get away from me, demon!” You try once again to shove Samia off, but he easily pins your wrists to the dirt.

“So ungrateful,” he says, “and after I gave you such a treat.” Samia grabs the front of your top and closes her fist on it. He clearly intends to rip it away, and the sudden thought of being dragged topless by the chain again send you into a panic.

“Stop! Stop!” You grab at Samia’s wrist and look up with pleading eyes. He starts to pull, stretching your shirtseams to their limits. “Please…”

Small tears form in your shirt but he stops short of tearing it away, the smile on his face shows that he knows his point was made.

“I’m going to have my fun.” He says. “But I can decide how much fun you have. Or Samia. Or anyone else I choose to involve.” He let go of your shirt and pulled up Samia’s blouse and bra, exposing her own modest brown breasts. With a single wave of the hand, rings and a chain appeared that matched your own, hanging down towards your face as a mocking taunt. “Understand?”

“I do… Please leave her out of this.”

Samia rose off of you, but before you could stand he planted her foot on your chest and shoved you back in the dirt. He looked down at your through her eyes.

“She’s in it for as long as I think it's fun. She’s been wanting to do this a long time, you know.”

“...with me?” You sputter out. He nods.

“So how much fun should Samia have?”