Chapter 43: Drowned in Knots

Claire woke up the next morning feeling warmer than she could remember feeling since she woke up nestled into Mae. Mmm… Mommy… Her eyes were half open, but it felt better, simpler, to let them flutter shut as she nuzzled forward into the soft warmth in front of her. So much better to wake up like this than to wake up alone…

“Oh, you’re awake…!” Sophia’s sweet voice made Claire quiver as she nuzzled closer. Her mother’s heartbeat pulsed across her chest, and Claire couldn’t stop herself from kissing as close to that rhythm as she could. “Ohh… Mistress seems very energetic this morning…!”

Goooooosh… Claire giggled, sighing as she felt Sophia’s hand slide along her back. Mae-mommy doesn’t seem to enjoy feeling small against Sophie like I do, but there’s no way she doesn’t love waking up able to nuzzle into her, to smell her, to squeeze her, to feel her warmth and know how much she loves her…

Fuck, this is so… Mmm…

“How could anyone wake up next to you and not feel energetic…?”

Claire wiggled up to catch Sophia’s lips with her own, tasting her mother’s passion just as easily as her lips. The kiss didn’t last long. Claire was still too sleepy, and a yawn demanded it break well before either woman was ready for it to end.

“You’re very sweet, Mistress…” Sophia sighed, slowly stroking through Claire’s hair. “I should probably get up soon… shower… but it feels really… amazing to not… to wake up and have you still here.” Sophia pulled Claire tighter, so tight it almost hurt. “I was ready to forget everything and… somehow I know that wouldn’t make me as lonely as that sounds, I still… didn’t want that.”

“What do you me—” Claire paused, and then groaned. “Oh… right. Fuck. I was… a bit… self-indulgent, huh…” She stretched, kissed the middle of her mother’s chest, and then blinked.

Wait a moment…

Even if I wanted to keep her like this, even if I did…

A chill tingled down Claire’s spine. It was familiar, familiar in a way that reminded her of a dark room, laughter, and being curled in the corner with her own arms wrapped around her body tight.

“Did… Mae…” Claire bit her lip. “I need… to wake you up, to really wake you up, but Mae… she never came home…?”

For a moment, Sophia looked horrified.

Instead of speaking up, she slowly shook her head.

Oh. Oh no. I don’t know what some of this means, and mommy isn’t here to help, and mommy isn’t here and I did something that I shouldn’t have done again and I really didn’t mean to do anything wrong and she’s gone again, and… and… and…

Claire’s mind raced so quickly, and the only things that were filling the space were nightmares, even though Claire was wide awake.

Her forehead went clammy, her skin turned pale, and Claire breathed as quickly as her worried thoughts shifted and permutated. She clung to Sophia, but even if she was squished deeper into her supple warmth she wasn’t able to truly process it.

What if she saw what I did, and now she’s not coming back home? What if she isn’t coming back home because she knows what Belinda and I were talking about and realized that being my mother was too big to ask? What if she’s angry at me that I was controlling her… What if I never see her again…?!

“Mistress… Claire…?” Sophia squeezed Claire, rocking her in a way that made her feel so much smaller even as she felt swallowed up in her mind’s further frantic attempts to understand what was happening. “Claire…! I don’t know who you’re talking about, but you’re having a panic attack!”

Claire heard Sophia as though she were underwater, drowning and pulled deeper by her own anxious fears. She whimpered, squeezing Sophia tighter and tighter.

If she doesn’t remember Mae, is that me taking her to the dream scenario, did I hurt her mind, or did Mae come home last night and do this? Did she message Sophia, too? I didn’t mean to disappoint her, or upset her, I… She wanted me to use the sapphistry on her so I did, and then I… I only made her feel good! Want? Take! I only did what she asked, but… is she still upset with me, even… Did she know the whole time?!

“Breathe…! Focus on me, listen to my voice, you need to—”

“Sophieslave!”

Sophia shuddered, her eyes widening, her grip loosening. Claire was still shuddering, still clinging, barely able to process what was happening around her, but that didn’t stop her from knowing that she needed to do something and do it quickly.

Can’t lose control of this situation… I can’t…

I can’t lose Mae-mommy again, or Sophie-mommy again…

I didn’t mean to be bad, I swear… I’ll fix this…! I’ll fix everything, and then Belinda will message me, and I’ll date her, and Sophia, and Mae, and we’ll all be happy!

“Remember your purpose…!”

“M-my purpose is to obey my owners…!” Sophia groaned as she fell utterly limp in Claire’s grasp.

Staring blankly ahead, her face aimed at her mother’s chest but unable to enjoy the squished curves in front of her, Claire quivered. I’ll make this all a dream again… have her shower alone, as much as I want to join her… Mae-mommy will come back… I can just… pretend none of this happened… I can just… tuck it all away, lock it in the closet and just… forget about it…

Dissociation is a healthy way to cope with things you can’t control…!

Claire cried into her mother’s chest. She needed to fix everything, but first she needed to make it so she could speak a sentence without sobbing.

That would take a bit of time.

Mae groaned, her eyes fluttering as she looked over to the edge of the pool and saw Carnelian dressed in her skimpy black suit that emphasized so much of her body and forced anyone who so much as glanced towards her to see how it only barely managed to contain her breasts.

“D-Danaaaa…” Mae was in the water. It was hard to understand how she was managing to float when it was still difficult to remember which direction was up or down. It was only easy to know that she was floating, and she was naked. Water flowed around her body, and her tired eyes struggled to focus on anything besides Dana’s breasts. “P-please… D-don’t do this… Y-you don’t realize what you’re doing…”

“Oh…” Carnelian spread her legs, and Mae whimpered as her eyes were drawn down to just how tightly the suit was pulled against the lips of Carnelian’s sex. In the bright lights of the pool room it was easy to see every slight shape of her vulva. “I think I know exactly what I’m doing. Do you remember what I might be doing…?”

On either side of her, a woman giggled. Mae was too tired, and it was too difficult to wake up. Her eyelids felt heavy. Her body felt weak. She groaned, squirming in the smallest of ways like clenching her thighs and slowly shifting her legs side to side in the water.

It did little more than help Mae realize just how sore her muscles really were.

Mae struggled for all that she was worth, but it only lasted for a few moments. Then, she hung in the water as though she were hanging from a wall, kept up by buoyancy instead of chains. “Don’t… Remember… I’m not a Weaver anymore…!”

Carnelian laughed.

At first it was a sweet, happy little sound. By the end it was lower, venomous, and angry. Her naked foot dipped into the water, and rose up to splash Mae across the face.

Unable to find anything to dry her eyes, all that Mae could do was close them and groan.

“Did you hear that, girls…?” Carnelian snorted. “She isn’t a Weaver anymore. We must have made a mistake, then… Or you have, Mae. I’ll give you a chance to apologize. Maybe I’ll even take pity on you… let you stay living in the same home as you work for me.”

Mae groaned, shaking her head. It was a slight movement side to side, but it took so much of her remaining energy. “No… I’m not… I don’t… I don’t do that anymore…”

“Hm. Perhaps I am mistaken, then…!” Carnelian sighed, the very tip of her big toe dipping into the water and tracing circles just past the surface. “My lovely Mins? You’re… closer to our lovely Mae… Why don’t you reach down and… See if you can help check if she’s a Weaver or not…”

“Yes, Carnelian!” Both of them chimed at the same time, sounding like a combination of dutiful slaves, and schoolgirls eager to please their favorite teacher.

Mae was finally able to realize that there was something helping her float positioned right under her arms, but it didn’t do very much good as she felt so much naked, curvy women rubbing into both sides of her body at once. Fingers trailed down along her sides, found her hips, and then followed the natural lines of her body down to the tattoo just above her sex.

Wriggling with small yet unsubtle motions, Mae tried to slip free of whatever was keeping her floating. Either it was too tight, or she wasn’t understanding how it worked.

Unable to fall deeper into the water, Mae couldn’t escape when the mins found the knots placed inside of her tattoo, and rubbed slow, sensuous circles as their breasts pressed against her arms, and their legs grazed hers as they moved gracefully in the water.

Brown eyes rolled back into her head until the only thing visible was white. Mae whimpered pitifully, her mouth falling open. She cried out, but the sound didn’t end so much as continue until her voice could no longer maintain the sound. Even silent she continued her weak thrashing as though she were trying to scream but had no voice to accommodate the aural aspect.

“See, that’s a Weaver tattoo, Mae.” Carnelian sighed, her foot dipping in again to splash another series of droplets all over Mae’s face—including her still fluttering, rolled back eyes. “Tattoos are for life… Unless you get them removed. You didn’t even do that.”

Mae tried to move her lips, to form some useful shape, but all she could do was that—reshape her lips. Her voice was gone, lost as the Mins continued to massage the knots with a sensuous touch that had Mae’s pussy purring and her clit singing. Minerva and Minuette, whichever was which, were both smiling proudly as they floated on either side of the helplessly wracked Weaver.

The pool room was empty except for Mae, the Mins, and Carnelian watching them from the end of the pool. No women lounged to the sides, and no other women were in the pool.

So many women had been there before, but none of them were necessary for what Carnelian was doing to Mae. None of them were as useful as the pair of hands that stroked the knots just above and between her legs, making Mae shake and gasp for every breath she struggled to take.

Her vision blurred, the edges turning dark, when Mae finally splashed her again. She wasn’t able to see as Carnelian gestured to the Mins and their hands pressed smoothly to Mae’s tattoo.

“You belong to Aphrodite. You are a Weaver of Wiles and you don’t get to choose to stop because you want to piss off and play house.” Her foot dipped under the water again. “You even had the gal to come back just to ask me for a favor… a favor you knew I couldn’t pass up. I should forgive you—I do enjoy what I received on my side of things—but you know I never would have agreed if you’d told me that you intended to keep her from me.”

Carnelian’s foot raised again, and Mae whimpered in pain as more droplets of water splashed across her face. “Didn’t… Didn’t want her to be groomed into a Weaver… Wanted her to be… happy…”

“I’ll have to introduce you to Alexis.” Carnelian sighed. It was dreamy, and warm, and a step away from a pleasant bedroom laugh while also being full of so much judgement in the same exact moment. “I think she would be very happy to change your mind… if I don’t break it first. I would be perfectly justified to throw you into a lathe locked away in a very dark closet…”

“Then… do it…” Between her words Mae panted loudly, her mouth unable to completely close. Her heart was beating so hard and quick that the water in front of her chest rippled with each beat. “But you… won’t…”

Carnelian’s smile softened, and she slid both of her legs into the water. “That’s right. I won’t. Because while you have broken my heart, hurt me deeply, and abused my trust… I’m not quite the monster that you wish I was.”

Without any hesitation Carnelian sank into the water, and swam just beneath the surface towards the dazed, exhausted Mae. The Mins’ fingers stayed just against Mae’s tattoo, stroking at the skin in a way that did nothing more than excite the nerves. It didn’t mean that Mae wasn’t helplessly squirming towards them, but it did mean that she wasn’t a breathless mess for the moment.

The longer that the two identical women touched her, the more distant that Mae’s eyes became. She stared down into the water, watching Carnelian approach her.

Mae stopped trying to escape before Carnelian’s lips pressed to her tattoo.

When her tongue trailed along Mae’s slit, she cried out. Her face twitched. Her eyes stung with the first hints of tears. Her hips jerked forward, her toes curling in the water as Carnelian’s fingers sunk into the curves of her ass, possessively grasping as her tongue danced around her clit.

The thread that went from her clit to her brain twisted, and twisted, and twisted with each lick, each moment of sucking, each knead of Carnelian’s hands at Mae’s ass. She moaned again, whimpering in something that resembled worry or concern but was quickly becoming ever greater arousal.

Mae’s eyes rolled back into her head again when the Mins began to press firmer at the tattoo. Holding that thread in place so tightly as Carnelian’s mouth worked it tighter, and tighter.

The thread frayed, but as the Mins stroked over her tattoo, those frayed scraps didn’t stay broken away. Instead, as that thread twisted more and more, ripping apart as it tried to move in ways it couldn’t handle, the frayed bits reformed together, weaving around each other in the form of a thousand little knots.

Between her tattoo and the rest of her body, the rest of her mind, that singular point was becoming so many, fraying apart only to knot again and again.

Each new knot that formed, Mae’s body struggled the slightest bit less, and her whole body loosened that much more. Mae’s voice rose so sharply as she tried to scream in some way that would express the exquisite combination of pleasure and pain that she felt but it was impossible.

When she came, Mae’s eyes hung open, but sightless.

When Carnelian surfaced and waved her hand in front of Mae’s face she barely even reacted. Even when Carnelian grasped both of her cheeks at once, kissing her so hard and firm, Mae merely surrendered to the kiss without offering any more passion or lust of her own. Her lips pressed back in an automatic way, her tongue reaching for Carnelian’s, and withdrew when hers did.

Carnelian’s tongue licked from Mae’s lips up the side of her face, and along the curve of her ear before whispering inside. “Maybe when I’m done… I’ll give you to Alexis as a present. You owe her so much, and I can’t think of a single better way for you to make good…”

Mae didn’t even groan, simply breathing, floating, and squirming into the Mins’ constant slow caresses.

“Maybe after you have a chance to not-think…” Carnelian flicked her fingers at Mae’s face. This time, she didn’t wince, or even react to the water splashing directly into her eyes, or dripping down along her cheeks. “You can apologize for what you’ve done, and I can loosen your knots. As it is…”

Carnelian reached out and grasped just above Mae’s breasts and tugged.

With a low whine, water began to leave the plastic wrapped around her and Mae began to sink down into the water. Carnelian watched, her expression slowly turning into a frown.

Before her lips sunk past the surface, she gestured to the Mins, and then to the side of the pool. In moments, the naked Mae was on her back, breathing normally as Carnelian swam back to the same edge of the pool where she’d dropped down.

“For all of the horrible things you think about me, and have likely said about me, poisoning her mind before we even had a chance to meet…” Carnelian softly sighed before her lips quirked up into a playful grin. “You won’t get the proof you might have wanted. If I shove you into a closet somewhere, it will only be to make it more dramatic when we pull you out. Mins…?”

Both of them instantly turned to face her, eyes wide and eager.

“Yes, Carnelian?”

“Dry her off. Take her to my bedroom. Lay her out across the blankets. Make sure nothing disturbs her.” Carnelian gestured for them to leave, and watched them go before she stepped out of the water. Grabbing up a towel, she dried off her hands, and wrapped it around her body before she moved over to grab her phone out of a nearby purse.

She held it to her ear, and waited before her lips curled into a deeper grin.

“Nnn… Mom… I’m just waking up…! You already had Michelle teasing me all night when I was the one who grabbed her up… What do you want now?!” Alexis’s familiar voice was groggy, and the exact kind of pouty to make Carnelian chuckle.

Carnelian rubbed the towel at more of her body as she spoke, slowly making her way out of the pool room as she walked. “That’s no way to talk to your mother, Alexis. Rude.”

Alexis groaned.

“Sorry, mother… I was just about to start getting all of the pets cleaned up and ready to go on a field trip… If today is the day—and it should be the day—then it’s time for me to meet Claire.” Alexis sighed in relief, and Carnelian’s grin softened into a warm smile. “Belinda is really the only one who can call her for this… I’d rather do it at my hotel room than your… estate… if that’s alright. I don’t want to overwhelm her. She’s… a sensitive woman.”

“You haven’t even met her, and you’re that concerned?” Carnelian sighed, her hand tossing the towel over her shoulder as her hand rested over her heart. “I knew that I, and the rest of the organization, raised you to be a responsible, wonderful young woman.”

There was a long pause before Alexis responded.

When she did, there was giggling coming from behind her.

“You sound like I just helped you win a bet… But of course I’m that concerned. You said I could have her if I asked, so… please…” Alexis’s voice was far more sincere than it usually was, full of worry and a pitiful desperation. “Let me handle this. I’ve been putting a lot of effort into making sure that when we meet everything will go just right, and if you interfere, I will be genuinely upset with you. I’m not joking.

“I might not be able to do anything about it as a Weaver, but as your daughter, I’ll be sincerely hurt.”

Carnelian chuckled quietly, shaking her head as she made her way up the stairs. Each step was taken slowly, her hand squeezing the handrail tight. “Alexis… I have no intention on interfering with your introduction. However… might I make a suggestion?”

There was another long pause.

This time there was no giggle, only a worried tone to Alexis’s voice. “…Yes…?”

“Use Belinda’s home for it. From all of the information Michelle shared with me, it seems that they’ve been friends for a very long time. It should be a place where she feels safe, where she feels like she belongs—but not her own home. That would feel like an invasion.”

Alexis didn’t respond again for another long pause, and when she did it was first with a sigh. “Thank you, mother. I’ll use your ring pattern to get my way in. Looks like today is going to be a very interesting day, and…” She cleared her throat. “I love you. Mommy. The other day… was… very nice.”

“It was for me, too.” Carnelian kissed her phone, and sweetly sighed. “You won’t keep her all to yourself, will you?”

“Mother…” Alexis whimpered. “I may want to do this my way, especially after your surprise lathe, but… I promise. When everything settles down from our introduction? I’ll be happy to introduce you, too.”

“That’s my girl.” Carnelian kissed the phone again. “Make me proud, sweetheart.

“I’ll talk to you soon.”

Carnelian hung up, and moved over towards the fireplace where a group of lounging, half-naked women welcomed her with open arms and empty minds.