Shauna laid on the floor for several minutes, clutching herself in fetal position. Several minutes had passed since the mental 'timer' ended, allowing her and Heather to free themselves from the massive dildo they'd been impaled on, and both girls hadn't wasted a second once they knew they could find that release.
The pleasure of it sliding out of their bodies brought with it a wave of relief and sudden weakness. The first ten minutes or so had been basic, feral screaming and crying as both tried to deal with the sudden influx of agony and ecstasy. The next ten was more a question of their will versus that of the inanimate object binding them to each other. Heather had tried to distract herself with the feeling of Shauna's bare ass rubbing against hers, but it was always a temporary bliss. They'd tried to spur each other on with cries of "We can do this" and "Hold on just a bit longer" giving them at least the illusion of strength against the pain assailing their bodies.
It was the last ten that nearly broke them. By then, they'd gotten more than accustomed to the feeling, but the dildo almost seemed to be draining away any resolve shared between them. Shauna wondered if they were ever going to be free of it, and Heather gave voice to the notion. With each passing minute the girls grew weaker and weaker, their thoughts becoming clouded and jumbled in their minds.
Finally...blessedly...it was over. Shauna grabbed the small piece of silicone still exposed and held it firmly while Heather slowly moved forward and let it slide out of her. Shauna then slowly pulled her end out of her, letting out one loud final moan of pain and pleasure to drown out the suction sound of the dildo being removed. She let it fall to the ground with a thwap! Then, not a second later, she joined it, and Heather, curled and moaning on the floor.
"Are...nnnh...are you okay, babe?" she called to Heather, who responded with a simple affirming groan of her own.
"Hurts," Heather finally said. "Like I was torn in two." Shauna nodded to herself at the statement. She'd never felt something like that before and wasn't sure she ever wanted to again. She was afraid to look at the sex toy for fear it would be covered in blood. Or worse. Steeling her nerve, she tilted her head slightly and looked in the direction of where she'd dropped it. Nothing. No blood. No excrement. It was wet, but that was mostly lube, she guessed.
"I-I think we're okay," Shauna said as she forced herself to sit up. Heather was still curled up on the ground and Shauna brushed her black hair behind her and crawled weakly over to her. "C'mon," she urged as she put her arms on Heather's shoulders, "sit up. Might help clear your head."
Heather allowed herself to be moved by Shauna, but her eyes were red from the earlier crying bout and seemed ready to be moistened again with new tears. "I'm...I'm not sure either of our minds are ever going to be clear again, Shauna," she frowned as she rested her head on her shoulder. "How much trouble are we in?"
Shauna stroked Heather's hair lightly. "A lot," she admitted, not sure what else she could say in this moment. Melissa had them both. Forever now, if the lore was to be believed. They'd be eternally in service to her. She could only pray the sadistic bitch would get tired of tormenting them at some point, but she doubted that day would ever come.
"I want to hate her," Heather said. "Every part of me wants to." She snuggled up close to Shauna. "But I...somehow I can't. My...my brain won't let me. Every time I start to think like that it...how do it put it?"
"It gets overwritten?" Shauna said, feeling Heather's head nod beneath her. "I feel the same way. I want to hate her...but I'm not allowed to." Even as they both looked at the glistening dildo in front of them, neither of them could find the words or the will to blame Melissa for buying it or telling them to impale themselves upon it.
"I still think of her as a hateful bitch," Shauna continued. "I just can give those thoughts words, or action."
Heather looked up. "That's it!" she said. "That's it exactly. I can think about how much I hate her, but if it gets too strong, that thought gets erased somehow. Jesus, Shauna...are we going to end up liking her some day?"
Shauna almost laughed. After all they'd been through this evening, it was pretty much all that was left to them, it seemed. She held it in. "I don't see that day happening," she said. "Not any time soon." Then she did chuckle a bit at the idea of either of them getting so far under Melissa's control they'd actually wind up liking her, and Heather joined her. At least they had that. Their mistress was no doubt going to destroy whatever plans they'd had for their lives, but one small gift she'd given them was each other.
Heather wiped her face and looked up into Shauna's eyes. They were both a mess of tears, sweat, and near exhaustion. She still found her irresistible. "So," she said, softly, "what happens now?"
Shauna thought it over. She'd be content to simply sit there, cuddling the woman she loved for the rest of the evening, but she knew that was hardly practical. Time wasn't going to stand still for either of them. "Now," she said, "I think I'm going to get cleaned up, try and wash as much of today off of me as I can, and attempt to get some sleep. You?"
Heather frowned. "I should...probably go home. Eventually my parents will wonder where I am, I'm sure. But..." she paused, then looked away, "...part of me doesn't want to leave."
Shauna smiled and held her close in a warm hug. "Part me doesn't want you to go," she said, then chuckled again. "Okay, that's a lie. All of me doesn't want you to go."
Heather looked back at her again. "That's got to be the damn powder. Melissa's hold on u-" She felt a finger press against her lips. Shauna's finger. Silencing her.
"Not at all," she said. "I've always...always...had a mad crush on you, Heather."
The brunette swallowed hard and sat up to look Shauna more evenly in the eyes. "You...mean that, don't you?" Shauna simply nodded. Heather found herself unable to look away from her eyes. The abundance of liner and makeup gave them an insistent shine, even as the mascara trailed down her cheeks. Almost hypnotic like the magic powder in their own right. Shauna continued to speak about how she'd always admired Heather, but from a distance. Her favorite outfits she secretly wished she'd be wearing each day, like that long denim skirt that fairly outlined every curve of her hips. The way she sometimes twirled a single lock of her hair around a finger when guys would talk to her. The embarrassment she'd feel when she'd get caught staring at her a bit too long. Words Heather had heard before, but never from a woman's lips.
She finally found the strength to break away from her gaze. "I...I want to be able to say the same thing," she said. "I-I want you, Shauna. Every part of me desires you. If I'm being honest, even before what happened today there was always something about you that I found...attractive. Seductive even. I never understood how you were single."
"You're sweet," Shauna kissed her forehead, "but I didn't have many options around campus." There were a few LGTBQ couples who around school who tended to hang together more for support than anything else, but by and large everyone was either straight, in denial, or so deep in the closet nothing would ever get them out.
"Right, but..." Heather looked away, then looked back at her, almost pleadingly, "...but I'm not...well, I'm not gay!"
Shauna laughed softly, not wanting to hurt Heather's feelings. "If that's true, then you really suck at not being gay, my dear," she teased. Heather blushed a bit, and Shauna held her again in a warm squeeze. "I mean we were really...you know."
