Chapter 45: Misery and Company

Claire quivered, hidden away in her room. The door was locked, and she was hugging her knees into her chest. A tight ball in the middle of her bed, Claire wasn’t even bothering to make use of her pillows.

At least Sophie left for work on time…

There was still leftover pizza from last night, so I didn’t worry her by eating nothing…

Sitting directly in front of Claire’s face was her phone. It was plugged in to a small power bank, the screen set so it wouldn’t turn off on its own. Her ringer was set to the highest volume it could.

Mae still isn’t home…

She won’t respond to my texts…

She has to know. She isn’t back because of me. I’m the reason. Claire hugged her knees tighter, quietly whining. I’m the reason that things go wrong. Sophia was so happy before I made her forget, but she didn’t know Mae is missing. Even when I made her mind go back to normal she didn’t seem concerned at all… was that because of something I said…?

Have I ruined everything…?

Tears filled her eyes, joining so many that hadn’t yet found their way down into her sheets. Sophia left for work over an hour ago, and Claire had spent the entire time on her bed.

Belinda told me to wait for a message, and she still hasn’t said anything.

She must be upset with me, too.

She should be upset with me after yesterday.

You’re such a mother fucker, Claire…

Claire rolled over, looking away from her phone. If anyone messaged or called it would be loud enough to get through to her even if she fell asleep. Looking away served to let her wallow in her misery more than anything else.

You should take one of your anxiety pills, but you feel like you deserve this.

Whimpering, Claire reached out for her pillow and shoved her face down into it with a loud scream. It didn’t feel as relieving as she wanted. Her eyes were still full of tears that wouldn’t fall.

Maybe you do.

You’re why Mae never came home last night, and you know it.

This is just like what happened before, only no one’s locking you in the dark. You locked yourself in your own room, drew the blinds… all you need to do is just hide under the blankets and this time maybe the whole world will just forget about you.

Her hand hesitated as she reached for the pile of blankets.

You know this is self harm

You know you can stop doing this at any time. You stopped going to therapy, but you learned enough to know if you don’t stop right now it’s just going to get worse.

She grasped the blankets, and threw them over her. They were cold, but curling into a tighter ball made that a little better. Her blanket-cave was illuminated by the bright light of her phone, but her eyes were closed tight enough that all she saw was darkness.

Maybe things should get worse…

Tears slid down along her nose, and down into the sheets beneath her face.

Mae will only come back if you aren’t here… Sophia deserves to be with her wife… Maybe she made her into a lesbian, but she didn’t make her forget she was married, that she had a daughter…

Before Claire could start to work out just how she would leave, or where she would go, her phone rang.

Belinda’s ringtone!

She threw away the blankets, unplugged her phone from the battery, and answered as her head fell back onto her pillow. “Hi! Belinda! I promise, I was waiting for your text! Is everything okay? I’m really sorry about yesterday! If I can make it up to you—”

“Shhh…”

Claire sighed, closing her eyes as she tried to quietly sniffle.

Belinda’s voice didn’t sound upset. It sounded soothing. With how easy it was to hear whenever Belinda wasn’t happy, it was impossible for Claire to not instantly feel so much more at ease.

“Relax. I’m not angry with you… I actually called you because I wanted to… mm… to invite you over…” Belinda’s voice didn’t just sound soothing anymore, but the added arousal flowing sensuously along the edges of her words wasn’t an unwelcome sound at all. Claire could still remember how good it felt to clench around Belinda’s fingers. She could still remember how wonderful it felt to be on top of her, and beneath her.

I love Sophia… I love Mae… I want to be with both of them… She sniffled again, reaching clumsily for a box of tissues on her bedside table. But I wanna be with Belinda, too…

It’s not my fault that so many women are so amazing…!

“I have a surprise for you… and I’d really love it if you could come over. It’s okay if you’re busy, but I really… ohh… really hope that you’re not…” Belinda sighed, the sound trembling.

Fuck her voice sounds so… hot…

Is she…

Masturbating…?

Claire squirmed, curling her toes. She didn’t forget that only moments ago she’d been crying. Her body was still feeling tense. Her face was still wet, her nose still feeling unpleasantly full.

“Are you sure you want me to come over…?” Claire bit her lip. “It’s really okay if you want some space from me after yesterday. I mean, I’m really not busy, so I’m free, but…”

Claire grabbed another tissue, blowing her nose s she held the phone anxiously to her face. I want you to say yes… I want to be sexy with you, to just enjoy being near you today, but I don’t want to make you feel bad. I’ve been doing that a lot lately…

I don’t want to be that kind of selfish anymore…

Belinda sighed. “Claire…”

Her whole body tensed. She grabbed at the sheets under her, bracing herself for the worst of the worst case scenarios that she could imagine.

“Please.

“I need you to come over.

“There’s someone here who really wants to see you and apologize for the way things went the last time you spoke.”

“That’s good, very good…” Alexis breathed hotly into Belinda’s other ear. The darker-haired woman bit her lip as hard as she could to stifle any sounds as Alexis’s hands fondled at her naked breasts. “You want to see her today… You need to see her today… You won’t accept no for an answer…

“It would be so rude to your guest.”

“I… I want to see you, Claire…!” Belinda’s voice quivered with excitement as nails dug into her nipples, slowly twisting them away from the center of her chest. “Mnn…! I… I need to see you…! Please, don’t worry about yesterday… it’s really okay…!”

Alexis nibbled at Belinda’s ear, tugging it just until Belinda quietly whined. Her fingers moved down from her chest, slowly teasing along the inside of her thighs. “You want to take care of her, to make her feel good…” Alexis blew into her ear, nails teasing up to the place where her thighs met her body. “Nothing matters more than that right now… Today is all about Claire…

“And there’s no way you’d rather things be…”

Belinda whimpered, nodding rapidly as she panted with hazy eyes.

“I… I guess I can come over…” Claire’s voice was shaky on the other side of the phone. “If you’re sure that’s what you want me to do…? Uhm… it isn’t Mae that’s over there, is it…? I know that would be weird, but…”

“No, it’s someone really special, who has something to tell you that you’ll really want to he-e-eaar…!” Belinda whined as she clenched around Alexis’s fingers finding their way back inside of her pussy. “J-just come over… I c-can’t spoil the surprise…! W-we’ll be ready for you… you’ll have a great time… I p-p-promiiiise! You can… hug my mom as much as you want, t-too… she’s… not busy working today… and she’s wearing a… really… nice sweater… y-you always love it when she does that… I c-c-can tell…!”

Alexis nibbled on her other ear, her thumb sliding along Belinda’s clit and tugging the thread that twined through it taut. As her thumb moved away, Belinda needed to shove her hand into her mouth to stop herself from screaming into Claire’s ear.

Belinda writhed, her breath catching in her throat as she rubbed herself forward into Alexis’s touch.

“O-okay…! I’m not sure she’s as excited about being available for unlimited hugs as I am to hug her for like an hour, but…” Claire sighed. “I’ll need to shower. And get dressed… Should I dress up fancy? I don’t really feel like I can put… all of the right effort into it. Definitely don’t feel like putting on any makeup.”

“O-one second… I’ll see what… she thinks…!” Belinda quivered, tapping the mute button on her phone as she looked up at Alexis. “Sh-she… wants to know if she should dress up… she… says she doesn’t feel like wearing makeup…”

Alexis made loud, thoughtful sounds for a moment as she slowed her caresses between Belinda’s legs. “You know her better than I do. Do you think dressing up fancy would help her feel better in spite of herself, or should we encourage her to come over in her pajamas so we can spoil her and make her forget about her troubles…? I want to make sure today is special, not… unpleasant.”

Belinda mewled, staring blankly ahead as she processed Alexis’s question.

It was so hard to think, and the parts of her that were so focused on Claire were creaking, shuddering, desperate to move and pull her in against her lover as tight as she possibly could.

But they couldn’t, because Belinda didn’t have any choice in what she did, or what happened around her. Alexis was in control, and she was helplessly bound in lust to serve Alexis as she writhed naked on the couch with Alexis behind her.

Other women moved through the house, her mother, her sister, one of Claire’s professors, and two of their mutual friends, but Belinda was the one being directly controlled by Alexis.

Alexis was a Weaver, and the knots inside of her body demanded that she obey.

“Sh-she feels good when she looks good… wh-when she can believe people sincerely think she’s pretty… P-pajamas outside of her house makes her feel… Naked…” Belinda whined. “And not in a good way…”

“Then let’s lean into that, shall we?” Alexis kissed at Belinda’s ear again, nibbling and tugging until Belinda’s voice broke with a squeak. “Today is about taking care of Claire as best as we can. She hasn’t had the easiest time of it, and we’re going to make up for all of that… and then do everything we can to keep her that happy… aren’t we?”

Belinda mindlessly nodded.

“Y-yess… K-keep her happy… Want that…” Her thighs clenched. “Need that…”

Alexis purred.

“Exactly.”

Claire anxiously chewed on one of her nails as she waited for Belinda to respond. Every moment Belinda wasn’t speaking was another moment for Claire’s brain to do its best to convince her that the next words out of her mouth would be terrible.

You’re just being pitiful as you can so that she can make you feel better.

She was already angry with you and sick of this bullshit before you broke her mind into a million pieces and needed to glue it back together.

Everyone knew she loved you.

Everyone but you.

Sophia even laughed at you…

Claire whimpered, and then flushed as she realized her phone wasn’t muted. “Uhm… S-sorry, just… a little sore… Yesterday was uh… a lot… huh…?”

Belinda still didn’t respond, and Claire cursed herself in the privacy of her own mind where no one would be able to hear her.

“It was… a lot… but you should at least throw on something nice—no makeup is okay, but… you’ll be really happy you did… I promise…!” Belinda sighed, and it was such a calm sound of relief that even Claire found it a little easier to breathe. “Take your time…! Shower… get dressed… we’ll be here, waiting for you, thinking about you…

“Needing to see you…

“Today is going to be all about you, Claire…!”

Belinda moaned, and the sound felt like it traveled right along Claire’s spine. Even when she was overcome with passion, riding the high of Nightingale Sapphistry and finally being able to indulge her long held crush on her best friend, Claire couldn’t remember a time she’d heard Belinda sound so aroused.

Even yesterday there was… more to her voice, more complicated feelings, more…

Oh heck!

Why am I upset or worried because Belinda sounds like she wants to cum just thinking of seeing me again?!

“Then… then I’ll get ready, and I’ll be there… Maybe half an hour, maybe more…” Claire squirmed, sitting up as she looked over to her closet. She didn’t have anything that matched her vinyl dress, and it felt tacky to wear something like that twice in one week. At the same time, it felt like doing that would show Belinda the same affection and desire she’d shown Sophia. “Don’t start the real fun without me…!”

“S-see you… then…!”

Claire quivered, and stared at her phone for a moment after she stood up. She couldn’t bring herself to hang up, but she wasn’t sure if she should follow her instincts, either.

Maybe it’s selfish, but maybe it’s selfish to not say it?

She took a deep breath, and spoke before she lost her nerve.

“I love you!”

Hanging up, Claire tossed the phone down onto her bed and rushed into the shower. Soap and hot water couldn’t scrub away her worry, but focusing on the excitement of seeing Belinda again could at least help her hide from the worry that she’d never see Mae again.

“Love you too…!” Belinda responded as quickly as she could.

Alexis smiled, nibbling at Belinda’s neck. “Showering… getting dressed… I guess that means we have a lot of time to make things even more perfect for her…”

“Y-yess Alexis…” Belinda’s thighs clenched. “Today is about… Claire…”

Alexis nodded, sparing Belinda’s clit one more slow circling touch before whispering into her ear. “Cum for me, Belinda.”

With a scream, Belinda fell back against Alexis. Her eyes crossed, her mouth hung open, and her whole body shook. Her thoughts were silent, even the slowly moving parts inside of her were too busy trembling to scrape against each other with silent friction.

Alexis stroked Belinda’s hair, and hugged her tight from behind. “Remember, when she shows up…? Today isn’t about you. It’s not about me, and the first thing I want her to enjoy?”

Elizabeth walked past them, wearing a sweater that went down to just barely cover the top half of her ass.

“Is that.”

Belinda quivered.

Her bottom lip trembled.

She nodded, her eyes remaining every bit as vacant as they were the moment before. Simmering with lust, but empty of any thoughts, Belinda’s eyes fell shut.

“Y-yess Alexis… I must obey… and obedience is pleasure…”

Alexis grinned.

“Then let’s get you dressed… and she might be foregoing makeup? But I think mine could use a little more touching up…”

Belinda dutifully nodded, ready to obey any and all of Alexis’s commands.