Chapter 31: Twin Trap

Lauren moaned as Michelle’s tongue teased along her ear. Her fingers were still buried deep between Lauren’s legs, moving at a much slower pace. It didn’t seem to minimize the effect the touch had on Lauren, who continued to groan and writhe, arching up and shaking pitifully as she trembled into every small touch Michelle offered her.

Any defenses Lauren had to resist the pleasure of a woman’s touch, especially a woman trained in the ways of Weaver techniques like Michelle was using, were entirely gone.

Though she lacked the self-driven problem solving skills of Alexis, she achieved her tasks with brutal efficiency. Less than half an hour after Michelle rang the doorbell a second time Lauren was at her mercy in every way that mattered.

With one hand she continued to move her fingers between Lauren’s legs.

With the other, she dialed Carnelian’s number.

“Hello again, my beautiful little infiltratrix.” Carnelian’s voice was so pleased to greet Michelle that she nearly came from the waves of pleasure that rippled through her entire body. “I take it you were successful with Lauren? Is she… fully indisposed?”

“Yesss, Carnelian…” Michelle quivered, her eyes rolling back into her head. She continued to move her fingers in an effortless way between Lauren’s thighs. For a moment the woman’s cries grew louder, only to soften quickly after. Her pale skin was glittering in the light of Belinda’s room. Her lust soaked into Belinda’s blankets, staining them with the unmistakable scent of her lust.

Even when Michelle withdrew her fingers, Lauren barely moved except to raise her hips and whine plaintively for their return. Her thighs spread wider.

Each cry was more desperate than the last.

“She’s been made completely helpless.”

Michelle idly clicked a button on her phone, switching to speakerphone.

“Excellent!” Carnelian’s gorgeous laughter echoed from the phone, and as Michelle’s fingers still slick with Lauren’s lust rubbed them across her upper set of lips, Michelle’s other hands reached down to tease along her slit.

Already so slick from the thrill of obedience, the delight in knowing she was serving her owners, Michelle felt her thighs slake and her eyes flutter.

Her senses only existed for Carnelian.

What cannot be said…

Michelle’s fingers stroked her clit, and she let out a sharp cry as she arched her body against Lauren. Belinda’s mother wrapped her lips around Michelle’s slick fingers, licking and sucking them clean as her glazed eyes fluttered.

…will be wept…!

“I’ll be sending my attendants to finish her processing. Make yourself at their disposal. After they have no further need of you…” Carnelian paused for a moment to simply purr into Michelle’s ear. “You will do whatever it is that Michelle would be doing if we hadn’t put you through the lathe. I will make sure that Alexis is informed of how to reach you.”

“Th-thank you, Carnelian…!” Michelle groaned. “I will… obey…!”

“Yes, you will. You have no other choice.” Carnelian sighed, and then snapped her fingers. “Cum.”

Michelle screamed.

The single word was a strong enough command to penetrate into the deepest parts of her mind and break everything apart with lust. Michelle dripped sticky and slick lust over her fingers, her eyes fluttering as she panted loudly for each and every breath.

Carnelian chuckled.

“They’ll ring the doorbell three times with pauses in-between, and then twice back-to-back. It shouldn’t be hard to recognize a pair of white-haired twins.

“Serve them well.”

“I will…! I must obey…!” Michelle groaned, rubbing her glistening body against Lauren’s. “My purpose is to obey my owner… Aphrodite… The weavers… I exist to obey… to serve…!”

“Exquisite.”

Michelle whimpered. Carnelian’s praise was the most exquisite pleasure that she could remember experiencing. Fulfillment. Satisfaction. She knew that she was doing everything right, and there was no room for uncertainty or doubt.

There was only bliss and contentment as Lauren sucked at her fingers.

“Give me the address, and I’ll leave you to your work of keeping your current target… distracted.”

The numbers and the street fell from her lips like they were nothing.

“You’ll see them soon.”

Carnelian’s attendants… Must obey them, like I obey her… Must obey Aphrodite… The Weavers… Carnelian… A-Alexis…!

“Ta-ta for now, Michelle.”

When Carnelian hung up, Michelle was filled with purpose. Carnelian had given her instructions, and there was no more room for the luxuriating bliss of knowing that she was being praised for serving her tasks just as they’d been requested. Without that attention giving reason to parts of her mind they fell away, and Michelle’s fingers reached away from her own pussy to delve deep between Lauren’s legs.

Lauren’s slender body arched high off of the bed anew, whimpering and whining helplessly. Each breath was pitiful and sharp, shaking through her lips and down along her spine.

Even Michelle had long since lost track of how many times Lauren came, dissolving the barriers in her mind that kept her from accepting anyone’s words as truth. She worshipped now at the seat of desire, sucking at Michelle’s fingers between her moans and gasps for breath.

You came and I was longing for you.

Michelle stared, eyes filled with lust and an almost analytic curiosity. She watched every contortion of Lauren’s body, adjusting her fingers to draw out the loudest cries and to twist Lauren’s body into the most vulnerable shape. There existed no place in her mind for anything else—only serving the tasks set before her.

You cooled a heart that burned with desire.

As she had during Lauren’s softening, Michelle lost all track of time. She existed only to keep Lauren aroused and weak, occasionally leaning down to suck at a nipple or nibble on an ear to keep the stimulation from growing too predictable. All of the charge in her lips was gone, and Michelle lacked the skill to perform such a task on her own.

She existed as a receptacle, not a generator.

There was no reason for her to learn all of the techniques of the Weavers when she was their tool, not one of their number.

Lauren strained to respond with the same enthusiasm as she had before, but her cries, groans, and even her gasps were growing softer and weaker by the moment. She had no choice but to express her pleasure, but she could do nothing to find new reserves.

The doorbell rang out, and Michelle swayed her hips in time to the pattern. Three spread out, and then two back-to-back.

Her thighs clenched hard, nearly sending her over the edge again. “Wait here…” Michelle slid her fingers, soaked with Lauren’s lust into the woman’s mouth for a moment after pulling the others free. “Wait here, just like this.  It will feel so much better if you do.”

Lauren moaned something that vaguely resembled acceptance, her head bobbing weakly atop her neck.

Michelle made her way to the door, unlocked it, and pulled it open while remaining behind the door so that no one looking in would get a glimpse of her naked, glistening body. When the two white haired women were inside, she closed the door behind them and threw the lock.

Even with the pair of twins standing directly beside each other Michelle couldn’t pick out any notable differences besides which lock of hair was out of place in this way or that way between them. If there were any differences in their eyes it was hidden by the brownish-red contacts. The makeup they wore made their faces look so perfectly identical.

Both of them wore the same plum colored dresses with high slits up either side under white jackets with brownish-red roman-key patterns that both minimized their curves and emphasized their breasts at the same time. They both looked older than Michelle, but not as mature as Carnelian. Though they appeared more functional, and more emotional than Michelle, there was still something oddly artificial about them both.

“I’m Minuette!” One of the women held their hand to her chest. “Carnelian’s loyal attendant.”

The second woman held her hand to her chest. Every motion of her arm was precisely the same as Minuette’s. “And I am Minerva, Carnelian’s loyal attendant.”

When they spoke again, both of their lips moved as though one pair. Their voices were in such perfect unison that not a single syllable was off in key or mistimed between them. It was as though their bodies, minds, and souls were piloted by the same force, driven by perfect, simultaneous purpose.

“Please direct us to the woman to be converted for Carnelian’s purposes!”

Michelle didn’t shiver, but even so deeply changed by the lathe there was an understanding in her mind for how an ordinary woman would find the display. She did need to be capable of reacting in ordinary human ways when she wasn’t obeying a Weaver’s commands.

Any person would find that eerie, or unsettling.

But I’m not a person anymore.

Her thighs clenched, and she nodded as she led the way towards Belinda’s room. “Lauren is in a highly softened state. She seemed to have no prior interest in women, but was not resistant to being swayed.” She stopped in front of the doorway, and gestured within. “She is, however, growing exhausted with continued stimulation. She may not be able to respond to very much more before losing consciousness.”

“Oh, that won’t be a problem!” Minuette giggled, moving over to Lauren’s left side and stroking slowly along her face, and her closest breast. Lauren groaned, arching lazily off of the bed as her thighs twitched and her flushed pussy shined. “We’ll be working on re-tying her threads directly!”

“Other methods—with the exception of lathing—are far less effective for making dramatic changes quickly.” Minerva giggled as she spoke, already at Lauren’s right side as she teased along her face, and her other breast, with the exact same touches that Minuette delivered to the other side of Lauren’s body. “The lathe is good for making automatons. This process is most effective for converting women into Sapphomagnetic traps!”

Michelle quivered and nodded. “I have been instructed to assist you and then leave when you have no further use for me.”

They spoke at once again, but this time Michelle felt something different. There was a ripple through the air between the two women, an almost electric charge as though they heated the air between them. Michelle wasn’t trained enough to know what they were doing, but she knew that even her own mind felt hazily hooked on to every word they spoke.

She had no choice but to listen.

She needed to obey them, and through them obey Carnelian and the Weavers.

“Ride her face, Michelle!”

“Y-yesss… M-Min…!” Michelle groaned, suddenly feeling so much softer, so much smaller, so much more helpless and aware of it than she had been mere moments before. The raw force she felt, pulling her in, making her feel soft and small and weak, was enough to make the simple feeling of Carnelian’s distant praise on the phone seem as though it were a head pat.

With her legs on either side of Lauren’s face, Michelle pressed her sex down against Lauren’s mouth. As the mins moved their fingers here and there, teasing nipples, nails grazing the curve of a breast, the shape of her chin, Lauren groaned from deep in her chest.

Lauren’s tongue reached out and traced along Michelle’s waiting slit.

At the first wet, delicate touch, Michelle’s eyes crossed and her mouth fell open. “O-oohhhh…! Yuh-yuh-yesssssss…!”

Each movement of Lauren’s tongue found new places to touch that Michelle had never felt stimulated before, even during her time with Alexis or while being shaped by the lathe. She couldn’t understand what was happening, but the feelings somehow became more overpowering with each flick. What was only moments of pleasure quickly pushed Michelle over the edge, and she came with an almost silent gasp as her lips uselessly shook.

“Sapphomagnetic traps aren’t very good for infiltration, but they’re very good for luring in their specific targets!” Minerva’s voice was husky and low, but at the same time somehow cheerful and bright. Michelle was far too lost bucking in another orgasm to have the mental processing to do anything but scream.

“They’re even easy to put back just the way they were, because when they aren’t seducing their prey they act like normal!” Minuette’s voice was the same, a contradiction in sound. Michelle couldn’t take it, their voices hitting against either side of her head, piercing through her very self as Lauren’s mouth sucked harder, and harder at more precise places.

Heat and vibration shuddered through Michelle, and she groaned in part because it was too difficult to make any other sound.

When they spoke together, the rippling of color and heat and desire and longing and need rolled through Michelle, making her begin to orgasm without being able to stop until their voices fell silent. All she could do was listen, trapped in the grasp of their voices that held her tight in ways that nothing else ever had.

“By making them into tightly bound knot-sluts, Sapphomagnetic traps are able to turn all of their emotions, all of their desires, all of their everything into Sapphic energy!” The eyes of both of the Mins hooded lower and lower, their touches slower across Lauren’s trembling body. “When Belinda finally comes home, her mom is going to make her into a useless, dripping puddle without even needing to try!”

“D-dripping… puddle…” Michelle’s voice was hoarse, even if each time she came she did her best to suck in her breath, hold it inside, and stay as quiet as she possibly could. It was left over instinct, something she’d forgotten training herself to do but was more difficult for her body and mind to forget than simply being spun through by the lathe. “Y-yessss…! Not… needing… to try…!”

The many threads of Lauren’s body, the lines that showed the links of her passions, of her lusts, her loves, her feelings, everything that defined her, were more knot than not every place the Mins touched. With faint, graceful touches their nails twisted, tugged, pressed, and their fingertips smoothed the knots into place, pulling them expertly taut.

Like bondage but inside of her body, inside of her mind, Lauren was helplessly dominated with no possible way to struggle, or escape. So much of what she was, just as with Michelle, had been changed in deep ways that she didn’t even understand and with so many knots was incapable of understanding.

Minuette spoke first, gently teasing a finger along Michelle’s closer thigh. “You can get down now…!”

Minerva spoke second, never once failing to not touch Michelle, or Lauren, in the same way as her sister. “All done! Thank you, Michelle!”

The only way that Michelle could escape was to fall onto her back. Panting, shuddering, she looked down at herself and shuddered. “C-can I shower before I go…? My instructions were to… return to… impersonating Michelle but I can’t… not… like this…” Michelle stood beside the bed, looking hopefully to the pair of sisters as they continued to idly stroke at Lauren’s body.

While there must have been a method to the knots they tied, and where, Michelle couldn’t hope to understand any of it. She could only stare, mystified and overwhelmed.

Both sisters spoke at once.

“Of course, Michelle! Get nice and clean!”

The sheer force sent the fuckbot falling down to her knees.