Author's note: I thought it was time to move things along a bit.
Enjoy.
PS: In case that didn't cue you in: Please read the first two of these first. Otherwise the sex will still be hot (confident, much?) but it won't make the slightest bit of sense.
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Megan stopped on her way back to her dorm room, took a deep breath, clenched her fists and headed resolutely for Kimberly's door.
She had endured a long and analytical debriefing with Professor Wittger, during which she had not been allowed to dress and she had been forced to watch the video, starting with when she had walked through the door of the maintenance hut with a slightly robotic expression already on her face.
When she had been allowed to dress and leave, she had gone directly to the library, written her report, emailed it in, and then headed back to the dorms.
She had to stop trying to cope by herself. Had to start asking for help.
Her hand shook when she knocked on Kimberly's door, but she managed it.
"Who is it?"
Megan felt her guts twist. Kimberly never asked, and never sounded like that unless something was wrong.
"It's Megan," she began, and didn't get any further before Kimberly yanked the door open, moving super-fast, stared at her for a heart-beat and then jerked her inside.
They sat side-by-side on Kimberly's bed.
"It was a woman this time," Kimberly started, almost tonelessly. "Thought I'd be safe in the girl's toilets, huh! Got me with gas, sprayed something in my face. Didn't recognise her, turned to look at her better, psssss, I was out before I could punch her. Before *I* could punch her!
"Woke up strapped to a table - again. Naked - again. She injected me with something, told me it would make me hers but feel free to fight it. It took about 30 seconds, I think. I just believed everything she said. She told me I was her slave, she was my Mistress, I adored her - lots of that stuff. Then she untied me, made me pose for her, then made me get on hands and knees on the table and she fucked me with a dildo.
"Then she injected me with something else and walked off. Must have been the antidote.
"I had to go through a full debriefing with Dr Summers, the tactical lecturer, before she let me dress. I had to watch the full video, too."
Megan waited a heart-beat, but it was obvious Kimberly had finished, so she told her story. How she had been caught by a book in the library, couldn't remember anything after that until she woke up, then had to watch herself finger-fucked to orgasm.
Kimberly had also already finished and submitted her analysis.
"They're escalating," Megan said.
"The first one, they didn't touch us. Now they did. What next, fucking us?"
"I'm wondering if the sessions will get longer," Kimberly said, tonelessly.
"Kim, we can't let them get to us. We have to fight back."
"I know, Me. I've been thinking about it. It's all I've been thinking about since I got back here. Are we in this together?"
A week before, Megan would have hugged her at that point, but now that seemed like a childish response. "Always, Kim."
"We treat this like combat. We treat everything we do, here, like combat. I don't think we can get a shared room, but we bunk in the same one, if we have to. We watch each other's backs, and we take nothing for granted. We don't even separate for a minute without knowing there are people around we can trust and I'm thinking we can't trust anyone, not now, not with real mind-control an option."
Kimberly was nodding, her face as sober as it had ever been. "Do you think everyone has been targeted at the same time? Are we the only two to get taken twice now?"
Megan shook her head. "Don't know, but I doubt it. We have to assume they're going to keep up the pressure until we pass. We know they're capable of it."
Kimberly took a deep breath and nodded. The coming weeks stretched out in front of her, longer than any time had ever been in her entire life.
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A week later, they entered Kimberly's room together, moving in the now effortless, unconscious scan, with just enough space between them to allow rapid movement but not wasting any time to get a second pair of eyes inside.
Nothing was out of place, nothing was odd.
Megan dropped her bag on the bed and twisted to sit on it.
Kimberly swung hers off her shoulder and reached for her closet door handle. "Hey Me, if you want a beer, there's a six-pack at the back of the frGNNNNG!"
Megan was on her feet in an instant, horrified, as Kimberly jerked upright, went rigid, convulsed and dropped to the floor like a stone. Megan leapt towards her, crying "Kim!" before, after moving barely half a step, sudden realisation hit her, she twisted sideways, ducking, not halting her forward momentum but drastically changing it.
She felt rather than saw or heard the kick aimed at her kidneys as it whistled safely past.
She twisted, forearms protecting her from groin to neck, suddenly multiplied, one of her leaping on to the bed, one the desk, one jumping sideways and forwards, one crouching defensively. Each one moved perfectly realistically, each one had a different facial expression.
The woman in the figure-hugging black catsuit merely grinned as, ignoring the two outside figures, followed up her first kick with a second one aimed at the leading knee of the figure striking at right of her centreline.