Back at their suite, Eloise was almost unable to take her eyes from Nancy. Whenever her niece wasn't looking, she found herself staring, awestruck that the girl she'd watched being used so thoroughly by the perverted old Colonel and his Turkish friend was actually her brother's daughter, the prim and proper girl she'd known all her life. Just as amazing was how much she'd enjoyed watching it.
Nancy's mind was ablaze. She'd just had sex with two older men at once and all she could think about was how forbiddingly enjoyable the experience was. After the fact, it was like a dream, like it had happened to someone else, some other girl who had no issues whatsoever with sucking on a man's cock with her thighs spread so another could fuck her until she orgasmed. It made her face flush in hot shame even as she knew she wanted more.
Eloise changed her panties, choosing a red pair with enough of the back cut away that they were almost a thong. She thought they looked good with the rest of her black lingerie but the dress she wore was no longer good enough. She wanted something more daring, but her wardrobe lacked the attire suitable to her mind's fancy and she found herself again staring at Nancy's young body with a frown.
After a shower, the teen now wore a snug fitting, white, short sleeved pullover that was so thin her white, lacy, low cut bra could be easily discerned beneath it. The tight, white skirt that was so short it had to ride her hips in order not to show her crotch was just as thin, showing off the matching, lacy white panties she wore underneath it. It was an outfit that Eloise had selected for her from the clothes Nancy had bought at the boutique and she couldn't help but wonder if she wasn't too old to pull off such an outfit herself.
Catching her eye, Nancy stopped in the midst of donning a pair of white pumps, a paranoid smile creeping to her mouth as she tried to interpret her aunt's expression.
"Uh... is there something wrong? Do I not look like enough of a slut?"
" ... No, dear. Take off your bra and panties. Other than that, you look perfectly slutty," Eloise assured with a smile, picturing how easy it would be for a man's rock hard member to find its way up Nancy's micro skirt, only to be blocked by her underwear. "No, don't go into the bathroom. Do it here where I can watch."
"Oh. Um, okay," Nancy agreed.
"That's, uh, not what's wrong, though," Eloise admitted with a sheepish smile.
Nancy only replied with a questioning look as Eloise watched her niece's striptease begin.
"Well, I... I just think it would be nice if I had some clothes a little more like the ones you're wearing. I think I'd like to look a little slutty too, which is... well, I've never wanted that before..."
"Aunt Eloise, I've told you, it's the columns. They're influencing our minds to be all slutty like this."
"I know that's what you've told me, but I just find that so hard to believe. Isn't it more likely that there's...? I don't know, something in the town's water supply? Wouldn't that make a lot more sense?"
"Not once you've been in the basement," Nancy refuted.
After a moment's thought, Eloise suggested, "Well, why don't we take a trip to the basement? Could we still do that now that you've been caught down there once?"
"Why, I think so. I suppose we'll just have to sneak into the kitchen, but..."
"What?"
"Well, you may not be prepared. I mean, when you're down there, they call to you. They want you and they'll make you..."
"What?"
"They get into your head and they want to... they want to experience you."
"In what way?"
After some moments of deliberation, Nancy decided to tell Eloise of her experiences in the column room. Considering what her aunt had been witness to in the Colonel's suite, she didn't see the harm, yet felt a heated flush rise to her face when she related how she'd masturbated until she'd passed out. She then related the details of hers and George's experience within the columns and how they'd played such a strong role in what happened after Elora caught them trying to leave, waiting for the inevitable questions after she finished.
"Nancy, why didn't you tell me this before?"
"Well, I... I mean, how could I? How could I have related such a thing to you? I felt foolish enough telling you about how the columns are influencing us. I expected that you wouldn't be quick to believe me; how was I supposed to relate...?"
"I suppose," Eloise allowed with an understanding smile while again picturing Nancy and George moaning with their hands down one another's panties, cumming nice and hard while this Elora person-
"And you still don't believe it," Nancy carefully guessed. "Do you?"
" ... Nancy, how could a column of solid crystal form a... a phallus? A phallus that then disappears after you've... finished... with it? I'm sorry, but you must have been imagining at least that part."
"No. After I got out of there, I could feel... I was sore. I really fucked myself hard with something and there's no way my fingers could have done that."
"But... Nancy, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I do still have trouble believing this."
"Well, as I said, George was down there too. She's experienced their effects and she can attest to what I'm telling you."
"There
must
be some kind of rational explanation," Eloise insisted, shaking her head. "I mean, how could you and George have been mesmerized by four crystal columns? If you were telling me that you were hypnotized by somebody,
that
I'd believe, but... how could crystal do the things you've described? It makes no rational sense."