Author's note: I recommend starting with part 1 of the series. Some parts of this Lovecraftian tale of cosmic horror will contain dark elements and non-consent. I'm eager for feedback, so please leave a comment.
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Abigail parents were thrilled: her grades were up, her socializing was down, and she called home every two days, like clockwork. Abigail wasn't even sure they'd mind if they learned the cause of her newfound maturity: the agonizingly disciplined Victoria Keen. Her old roommate Maria was gone -- who knows where -- and Victoria hadn't let Abigail out of her sight for more than a minute since the binding ritual in Professor Ward's office more than two weeks ago. No matter how she fought against the psychic chains encircling her mind, Abigail was powerless to disobey the grad student -- and the thrice-weekly infusion of Ward's semen elixir refreshed the bond along with Abigail's sanity.
It was late November and the dank deciduous trees of Miskatonic University were bare after an early, stormy Autumn. Most students were eagerly anticipating Thanksgiving break, but Abigail wasn't even sure yet if she'd be going home for the holiday weekend. Her parents would be heartbroken, of course, but Victoria insisted on coming and Abigail didn't know if she could endure the humiliation -- Victoria had her on a short leash, "for your own good".
Most of Victoria's rules seemed completely arbitrary, like the requirement that Abigail wear her panties around her ankles while in their dorm room. What was the point of making her waddle around day and night? The inconvenience was frustrating, but even worse, she intensely resented the easy accommodation her subconscious had made to the humiliation: as soon as she stepped through the door she would slide her panties down to her ankles without a thought. Fold your clothes, put your shoes away, rewrite your conclusion, straighten your toothbrush. Victoria was a petty tyrant who acted like she was doing Abigail a favor by running her life down to the minute, even expecting a "thank you, Victoria" after daily masturbation time from 9:45 to 10pm (and then straight to sleep, natch).
Still, Abigail couldn't help but appreciate how much more efficient her life was under Victoria's reign -- and that appreciation made her hate her predicament all the more. Abigail scowled and sat up straight in her chair. There had to be some way out from under Victoria's thumb.
Abigail was startled out of her reverie by a knock at the door, and before Victoria could react Abigail shouted, "Come in!". They never had unannounced visitors, and Victoria hadn't thought to lay down any instructions. Abigail grinned widely while Victoria glared at her -- there would be consequences later, but for now....
The knob jiggled but the door was locked, of course. "Hey, Abigail, it's Faith and Erin!"
"And Isaac!", said a male voice.
"Get the door," Victoria said smoothly, recovering her composure and looking around the room for anything incriminating. Abigail held the Knife, as she always did, but no one ever seemed to care about it.
Abigail hopped to her feet and hobbled to the door, legs wide to keep the panties stretched taut around her ankles -- it was second nature by now. It was only when she opened the door that she realized how the scene would look to her friends. She stepped back to let them in and glanced down, relieved to see that at least the panties were clean. "Come in," she said, blushing but excited at the at the same time for the change in her routine.
Faith bounced in with her usual exuberance and Erin followed, but Isaac was the first one to notice Abigail's panties. His eyes widened as he looked her up and down, and Abigail could sense an irresistible, deep arousal take root in his brain -- this was a scene he'd be reliving for his whole life. She wore a perfectly modest dress, but the panties around her ankles told a clear enough story about what was underneath.
Isaac stammered and couldn't look away. "Uh, sorry if we interrupted... I mean...."
Abigail forced a smile as the girls looked down and blushed along with her. "It's for a bet," she said. "You know, just a stupid internet thing."
Victoria chimed in, "Yes, all the freshman girls are wearing their panties around their ankles these days, hadn't you heard? How embarrassing for you two to have your underwear all the way up."
"I love the internet," Isaac said, still staring at Abigail's fully-clothed body. "I really hope this becomes a thing."
Faith elbowed her boyfriend and rolled her eyes, pressing forward to change the subject. "Anyway, Abby, we just wanted to check on you. You've been so scarce since that thing with Maria, hardly coming out at all, you know... we wanted to make sure you're ok."
"What 'thing' with Maria?", Abigail asked.
Faith and Erin looked at each other. "You know, the suicide note, drug rehab, all that. It's ok, everyone knows. I'm sure it was hard on you, too. Since you skipped the hall meeting last week we just figured we should stop by... did you even know that Joseph moved in right next door to you?"
Faith always boiled over with words and Abigail did her best to follow, shaking her head at the mention of Joseph -- apparently she'd been living in a bubble for the past two weeks. "Joseph is next door?"
Isaac nodded. "Yeah, he said you were fine, just hanging out with your new roommate a lot."
"The name's Victoria; pleased to meet you," Victoria said, flashing a winning smile.
Abigail made introductions while her mind raced furiously: obviously Ward and Victoria had gotten Maria out of the way, but what was up with Joseph? He and his friends had been watching her for weeks and Abigail had assumed it was a harmless indirect effect of the Knife, but now he was living next door and informing people about her activities? Something was going on.
"Why don't you come out with us?" Erin asked. "We stopped here on our way to Joseph's anyway... you can come hang out. You can come too, Victoria."
