Ha ha! Hope you're in for a long read. I changed my narrative building technique and this is the result. I would have liked to release smaller segments sooner, but there were too many gaps that needed to be filled in. Hopefully the details and world-building won't ruin the less frequent erotic episodes.
I personally think it makes the payoff sweeter, but I doubt everyone will agree. There is more already written (but unedited), and a long super-hot arc planned out for later in the year. Thank you for those who have stuck with me and given encouragement. This part is for you!
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Nothing really seemed to have changed despite recent events, the grueling routine of their daily lives constructing industrial circuits had a way of cutting through all the emotional clutter the two young women had experienced in the last 48 hours. After all they could die or be grievously injured at any moment, and the world itself was ending, albeit slowly.
Olivia reflected calmly on these unsavory truths as she waited for Maithri to clean the last of the crumbs off her lightly-toasted fingers. "You'll be able to feed yourself again soon." She said, forcing a smile. Her friend nodded, expression reflecting diplomatic optimism. There wasn't much time, their break was short, there was so much she wanted to say but it would have to wait. "After your shift is over I'll meet you by the front gate, we can walk home together."
Neither of their smiles was forced this time. The buzzer sounded, Olivia started sprinting back to her station, dulled mind mulling over her options for what to after she left the factory, since she'd still have to wait a few hours for Maithri. To be entirely honest she was still adjusting to all her newfound freedom. Her thoughts kept stubbornly returning to the unfinished chat she'd started with her mother, she wanted desperately to finish it, to subjugate Marcella once and for all.
Her emotions churned, it was starting to feel like a betrayal of sorts. What would Maithri think if she knew she was just an afterthought in relation to Olivia's mom, or worse, maybe part of a larger scheme that Olivia had only just begun to formulate. The angst and self-loathing she felt in that instant awakened her to the full reality of this new situation she'd wandered into. Olivia became aware for the first time that Maithri meant more to her than she'd dared to admit.
A painful burning sensation brought her back to the present, the casing around her soldering iron had cracked. A hair-thin line of scalded flesh formed across the palm of her hand, grunting with rage she clenched her fist until her knuckles popped. The crack closed but the iron was still fractured, and the boards were coming too fast to make repairs on the fly. She'd tape it at the end of her shift, but until then she'd just have to hold it together using brute force.
Grinding her teeth but grinning in spite of the growing ache running up her forearm, she felt an inexplicable sense of tranquility. She'd use her formidable power to overcome anything that stood in her way, physical or emotional. An image materialized in her mind, herself, her mother and Maithri all in bed together, naked under a thin white sheet. Olivia was in the middle laying on her back, the other two women clung to her, one on each side, their heads resting on her muscular shoulders.
They were both asleep, but Olivia was awake, she turned her head slowly from side to side, studying each of them in turn. She saw them as they really were, apart from their mere physicality, their ugliness and their beauty. It was really herself, nestled between them that wavered uncertainly, a vague and shadowy wisp, flickering in and out of existence. Pulling them both closer she came steadily into focus.
Is that who I really am? Is this what I really want?
She asked the emptiness.
No one answered, but she felt her body respond with a sudden searing heat like the broken iron, but in her crotch, which was suddenly throbbing and uncomfortably moist. Her imaginary mother and friend were awake, Olivia was holding each of them by the back of the head and guiding their faces inexorably together.
Kiss her.
She whispered, not even sure which of them she was talking to. Her mother's hand slid down her belly and came to rest blithely on top of her cunt, a second later Maithri's hand glided in beside it.
They did start kissing, directly in front of her face. Olivia felt very strange, this fantasy wasn't entirely under her control. Imagining the three of them naked together made her so nervous that she hadn't dared to act out her own desires, instead she'd just let her mind fill in the blanks on its own. Imagining her mom kissing Maithri made Olivia unspeakably jealous, she wanted them both all to herself. Feeling suddenly greedy but also twice as aroused, she let the apparitions continue their invasion of her personal space.
The pair of hands draped heavily over her vulva were impossible to ignore, she squirmed and wiggled from side to side, as though trying to dislodge or slough them off.
Why won't you touch me?!
She screamed inside her head, her friend and her mom didn't even pause, they were far too busy playing with each other's tongues. Olivia gasped, the hands had finally started moving, she trembled as she felt fingers curling tightly into her swollen sex. But then they stopped just as suddenly, glancing down she saw that they'd laced their fingers together.
