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The Rabbit Hole Chapter 16: Closure By Trixie Adara Penny "Yes, I'd love some water. Thank you, Gloria," said Penny. She put her hands in her lap nervously as Nadia's family buzzed around her. Gloria zipped out of the room after getting everyone's order. They were heating up after shopping downtown together for the last few touches before the wedding. Penny turned and faced the room crowded with her inquisitors. Nadia never said she had a large family - and she didn't - but sitting in a room of six new people, all of them staring at you, asking you questions, trying to figure out what's wrong with you or why in the world Nadia would want to marry you, they started to feel like a mob. Penny did her best to control herself, to not use her powers at all. She wanted to be polite and get through the day. It didn't matter if Nadia's family didn't approve of her. At the end of the day, Nadia would never leave her. It was impossible. Penny turned to look at the faces of her tribunal: Arthur was Nadia's balding father. He was the one that gave Nadia her signature red hair. Chris was Nadia's older brother. His clothing was crisp and expensive looking, and his wife, Linda, was dressed in equally tasteful and pricey attire. Chris and Arthur seemed to have none of Nadia's spunk and humor. They were the ones asking about the age difference between Penny and Nadia, about how Penny made her money and where her parents were. They were practical and annoying. They were the ones that had done their very best to ask the most concerning questions in a roundabout and passive-aggressive manner. They were not necessarily bothered that Nadia was suddenly gay and engaged, but they did have lots of questions about Nadia's "interest in new people." They had concerns about how long they had been dating and whether or not they were rushing into an engagement. This was phrased politely when they asked Penny if "the speed of things made her nervous." There were the exact kind of people Penny used her power to avoid. The others were different. Gloria was Nadia's mother, and Felicity was Nadia's younger sister. Both women had a touch of crazy in them. Nadia got her energy from them. They were artistic, prone to distraction and rambling, funny, strange, and pleasant to be around. They were like Jess, Nadia's best friend, and the three of them buzzed around with excitement. To them, it was almost like Penny being a lesbian was a plus. They loved bringing up that there would be two beautiful dresses to look at coming down the aisle or two brides on top of the cake or two bouquets to be thrown at the end. They reminded Penny of all the reasons she loved Nadia, and being around them brought her life. "I was wondering about the location of the wedding," said Arthur, Nadia's father, and the fun side of the room groaned. "What?" he asked. "They've planned this for weeks, Daddy," said Felicity. "It's done." "Well Miss Lane can clearly afford to be flexible," said Arthur. "Isn't that right?" "Please, call me Penny." "Isn't that right, Penny?" "Dad," sighed Nadia. "We had to pay double to get our venue on such short notice. The non-refundable deposit is huge." "It's not the venue I'm concerned with," said Arthur. "It's the city." "What?" said Nadia and Felicity at the same time. Gloria entered with a tray full of drinks. "What did I miss?" she asked as she set the tray on the coffee table and started handing out drinks. "Dad doesn't think we should get married in Memphis," said Nadia. "What? Don't be ridiculous, Arthur." "Well, no," said Chris. "Hear him out. I was having a similar idea." "You too?" asked Felicity. "I was looking at the invitation list last night," added Arthur. "Almost all of them are from our side of the aisle." "So?" said Nadia. "And most of them are from here. Not Memphis." "It just feels odd," added Chris, "to ask over half the guest list to come down to Memphis and get hotel rooms rather than you come to us. I mean, with Linda and the kids, we'd have to get two rooms just for my family." "You make plenty of money," said Nadia. "You can afford two hotel rooms." "And flights?" asked Chris. "Drive," sighed Nadia. "Jesus, Chris." "Everyone calm down," said Penny, doing her best soothing voice. Everyone immediately obeyed while the glasses in their hands and on the coffee table rattled. Chris, Nadia, Felicity, and Arthur all sat back in their seats, relaxing and taking a deep breath. "The wedding will be in Memphis. You'll be happy to cover your own expenses knowing that this is Nadia's big day. She's never been happier, and you've never been happier for her." Stupid grins spread across the room, but inwardly, Penny cursed herself. She had worked so hard to not have to resort to this. All she needed to do was get through one day, one easy day, without warping the people around her. She just needed to shut up, smile, nod, and let them think whatever they wanted about her and Nadia. They would more than likely never see either of them ever again. "Sure," said Arthur. "I don't know what I was thinking." "Sorry for losing my temper," said Nadia. "Yeah, sorry," muttered Chris. "Jess?" asked Penny. "Could I speak with you in the kitchen?" "I can come," said Nadia, standing up. "Bachelorette party talk, dear," said Penny, gesturing for Nadia to keep her seat. "Sorry." "Oh, that means me, then," said Felicity, smiling and bouncing up. "Are we going to talk about getting lady strippers? Cause I'm all about trying new things." The room filled with awkward laughter, but Jess and Felicity both went into the kitchen. "Everyone else talk about how wonderful Nadia is," commanded Penny. "We'll be right back." "I love Nadia's energy," said Chris immediately. "She always makes me smile," added Arthur. "I love her style," said Linda. "I'm jealous of her wardrobe." "Really?" asked Chris, turning to her. But Penny slipped out of the room, rounded the corner, and went into the kitchen with the maid of honor and the bridesmaid. They both huddled around the countertop. Felicity had a naughty smile on her face. "Do lesbians like strippers?" she whispered. "I think strippers demean women," said Penny. "But perhaps Jess can strip for us if we need entertainment." Penny said it as a joke, but she watched something flicker over Jess' face. Was it a command? Jess smiled with embarrassment, and Felicity looked at Jess, blushed, then turned back to Penny. "Is that what you wanted to talk about?" she asked. "No." Penny took a deep breath. "You two have to be peacemakers," she commanded. "I want this wedding to go smoothly. You want this wedding to go smoothly. More than anything in the world, you want Nadia to be happy. You want me to be happy. You want our big day to be perfect. You will do anything to make sure it is perfect. You will do anything required to make everyone happy. Understood?" "Yes, Penny," they said at the same time. "Good girls." Penny smiled, relaxing a bit. Nerves rushed out of her system when she used her powers. There was nothing to be nervous about if you were perfectly in control. "Make sure to take special care of Chris and Arthur." "Arthur what?" All three women turned around to see Arthur rounding the corner with an empty glass in his hand. "Hm?" asked Penny. "What about me?" he said. He smiled but didn't look amused. "Did you need something?" asked Penny. Arthur raised his empty glass. "Refill." Penny turned to Jess and Felicity. "We'll talk more about this later." She made a shooing motion with her hands, and both girls returned to the living room. Penny turned and watched Arthur refill his drink. Out of the corner of his eye, he was watching her. "You don't like me very much," said Penny. "I like you just fine," said Arthur as he finished pouring. "I just don't trust you." "What have I done to earn your mistrust?" Arthur put the glass on the counter and moved towards Penny. She braced herself. Was he going to hit her? To threaten her? Here? Now? "I just can't help but notice that six months ago my daughter was dating a nice boy. And then -" "They only dated for a few weeks," interrupted Penny. She stepped forward, closing the gap between her and Arthur. "Nevertheless," said Arthur. "A boy. And happily dating. Then she meets you. Suddenly she's gay? Suddenly we don't hear from her for months? She doesn't come home for Christmas? She doesn't call or return our calls? She quits her job, and then randomly appears back in our lives, engaged to you." "She's had an eventful few months, I'll admit," said Penny. "What does that have to do with me?" "It all happened when she met you," said Arthur. "I imagine it has a lot to do with you." "Nadia's never been happier." "And you believe that? Everything she says sounds like she rehearsed it beforehand." Penny clenched her fists. "What are you implying?" "You've been feeding her lines, haven't you?" Arthur stepped closer. Penny felt her heart shaking her chest as it thudded. She could hear the blood pounding in her temples as she examined every inch of him, looking for any sign of violence. "When's the last time you talked to your daughter? I mean, really talked to her?" "Are you going to tell me you know her better than I do? You've just met her." "You have no idea what we've been through." "I'm her father. You think you can top that?" Arthur shifted his weight, and Penny flinched. He smiled and stepped back, returning to his drink. "Whatever phase she's going through will pass. You will pass. It may not be this year or the next, but someday she'll come home where she belongs and we'll pick up the pieces you broke off." He paused in the doorway and turned to face her. "You're just a visitor in her life, but we live there." He stepped back towards the living room before Penny could say anything. She stood there, her fists clenched and shaking for a long minute. She felt her face rush with the heat of anger and shame. She should have said something, should have stopped him. She could have. She could have made him stand there and apologize. She could have made him adore her, worship her, and give his life so that Nadia's wedding was perfect. She could make him trust her forever with a quick trip down The Rabbit Hole. But no. She can't solve every problem that way, can she? One day without her powers. She can do it, right? Because if she can't then ... then ... Without them you are nothing, said The Voice. Penny felt the hot tears build up around the corner of her eyes. She instinctively raised a curled finger, trying to catch the tear and save her makeup. She couldn't let Nadia and her family know she was crying in the kitchen. Especially Arthur. She couldn't let him know he'd won. Penny hurried out of the kitchen and went looking for the nearest bathroom. She wandered through the winding hallways of Arthur's house. She heard someone call out for her from the living room. "Just a second," she called back. When she found a bathroom, she quickly turned around and locked the door. She rushed to grab some toilet paper and dabbed it around her eyes gently, saving her mascara. She looked in the mirror and made sure nothing else was damaged, then carefully addressed her runny nose. She finished saving her makeup, but then kept staring at herself. She was polished, that much was sure. She had gone through pains each day of her life to look put together, to make sure no one had extra fuel for criticism. Her hair was in the tight bun she liked to wear on hot days. Nadia called it her "Librarian Bun" when she was being kind and her "Old Maid Bun" when she thought she was being funny. Penny wore this most of the time, unless she was on stage or going to sleep. Her makeup was flawless, but the bags under her eyes were still showing. It didn't matter how much she focused on them, she couldn't hide them completely. She needed to sleep. Nothing could help her besides sleep, but each time she slowed down the world, turned off the lights, and closed her eyes, her mind woke up. It buzzed with a thousand questions and hummed with a dozen doubts. And now she was never alone. There was The Voice, always The Voice. It was getting stronger, she could tell. Soon it would be with her all the time, not just when she was in the quiet darkness of her bedroom. Penny wanted to splash some water on her face, anything to try and wake her up, to help her focus, but she was afraid her makeup would run. She couldn't go back out there and let them see what a mess she was, but she swore if she didn't get some sleep, she'd break down sobbing right now in the bathroom. "Get it together," said Penny to her reflection. The woman in front of her looked so much stronger than Penny felt. She had a crisp white blouse with the sleeves carefully creased and folded up her forearm. She had tight black slacks and bright purple heels. She was radiant with confidence, power, and dominance. She could walk into a board room and make grown men cower. She could breeze through a country club and make socialites envious. But the Penny seen wasn't the Penny looking. Penny took a deep breath. "Get it together," she repeated, and the soap dispenser and medicine cabinet around her rattled. Penny watched them with fascination, then turned to look deep into her own eyes. "Get it together," she commanded. She felt something wash over her. Confidence? Power? Calm. "Get it together," she repeated, and the cabinet rattled, warping the mirror as she spoke. Penny's reflection shook, creating a dozen Pennys in a dozen locations, each one glaring her down, each one commanding her, each one expecting so much of her and pitying her all at once. The room stopped shaking, and Penny stood up straight, arching her back and extending her spine. Was this it? Was it that simple? Penny smiled, but the woman in the mirror wore a mask of mockery. She wasn't impressed with Penny's tricks. She wasn't fooled. She thought Penny was funny. Simple. "Go away," commanded Penny. Even though the reflection was weak - pouty even - it didn't disappear. It stood its ground with a look of stubborn desperation. "Please," whined Penny. "Go away." Nothing. "I'm sorry," whispered Penny. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean - I didn't mean for it to end up like this. I just wanted to be happy. I wanted us to be happy." The girl in the mirror looked young again, but not the youth of beauty and power that models crave. It was the youth of weakness and insecurity. The youth of failure and doubt. The youth of naivety and ignorance. She wanted a friend. She wanted acceptance. She wanted happiness. She was so simple, and yet so starved. "I want you to be happy," said Penny. The sink and counter rattled with the command, but the girl in the mirror didn't obey. She didn't look happier. "Be happy," commanded Penny. She gripped the edges of the counter and locked her jaw. It wasn't a complicated command. This should be easy. It should be simple. "Be happy," repeated Penny, and the door rattled next to her. Still the girl in the mirror ignored her. She didn't look happier. She looked angry. She looked vengeful. She looked dangerous. But not happy. "Be happy," commanded Penny. "You have everything you ever wanted. Be happy, dammit." The walls shook as Penny tried to craft reality with her whims, with the power of her voice, the force of her commands. Perhaps the house was shaking. Maybe the whole city, the whole planet, was shaking as Penny bore down on herself, looking into the eyes of the girl, her mentor and her rival, trying to bend her will, trying to make her happy. But nothing happened. It was Nadia all over again. Nadia as they first met. Nadia, the girl who could not be tranced. Penny stood up, and wiped the tear racing down her cheek. She took a deep breath and made sure her makeup was perfect. There was a knock at the door. "Penny?" It was Nadia. "Are you alright? Did you feel that?" The girl in the mirror smiled. She smoothed out her blouse and pants, turned, and opened the door. "Of course, honey," said Penny, giving Nadia a quick kiss on the forehead. "Be happy. Everything is wonderful." Penny walked past Nadia into the room of her future in-laws. She raised her hands like an empress commanding her court to rise as all eyes turned to her. "Be happy everyone," she commanded. "And celebrate Penny and Nadia." She grabbed the water Gloria had set out for her, stopping it from shaking, and raised it. "To Penny and Nadia. You will make sure their love lasts forever." "To Penny and Nadia," repeated her puppets in a lifeless chorus. "Their love will last forever." Then they all drank. **************** Nadia fell into their hotel bed with a satisfying plop while Penny stood in the bathroom, taking off her jewelry. "Long day?" asked Penny. The woman in the mirror was pleased with herself. She looked mostly sane, smiling at the good work she had done today and anticipating the good work she had to do tonight. "Very," sighed Nadia. "My family is exhausting." "They seemed better after lunch." "Thanks to you, I assume?" "Sorry," said Penny. "No, I appreciated it." Nadia sat up. "Seriously, thank you." Penny smiled. "You're welcome." "What did my dad say to you in the kitchen?" The smile wilted. "Don't worry about it." Nadia stood and came into the bathroom with Penny. "Seriously. What did he say?" "It doesn't matter now. Does it?" Penny gave her best half smile, but she feared it looked more like a wince. "He's happy for us, like everyone else." Nadia studied Penny for a long moment, but Penny turned back to the mirror. She finished taking off her jewelry and carefully took off her clothes, folding them as she went. "Are you okay?" asked Nadia. "I'm fine," sighed Penny. "Ask no more questions." She looked out of the corner of her eye to see Nadia's eyes flicker as the new command took hold. It happened quickly. To an outsider, it would look like Nadia blinked, that's all, but Nadia accepted new commands faster than anyone else. She was the perfect receptacle for Penny's power. She'd always been so. Nadia's face of concern melted into a satisfied smile as she slunk into the bathroom and behind Penny. She wrapped her hands around Penny's bare stomach, and let her fingers sink down, edging their tips into Penny's panties. "Yes?" said Penny with a smirk. "Whenever you do that it gets me all ..." Nadia sighed to herself, "happy." "Is that what we're calling it now?" Nadia laughed. It was infectious, and soon Penny laughed slightly along with her. "I have a surprise for you tonight," said Penny. "A bedroom surprise?" Penny turned around. Her fiancee was biting her lip, doing her best to beg to be fucked without asking to be fucked. She was a good girl and would follow the commands given to her without error or complication. "Very much a bedroom surprise," said Penny. "Go get dressed in whatever naughty thing you packed. I want you to look nice and slutty for me." Nadia practically skipped into the bedroom to dig up their suitcase. Penny turned to the mirror and finished undressing. She would need to change herself. She wouldn't be naked in front of her guests, but neither would she want to look simply dressed. For Nadia's sake. She went into the bedroom, working hard to ignore whatever Nadia was changing into. It was no fun if she knew how every detail of tonight would turn out. Penny found her suitcase and took out the clothing she had picked for tonight. 'Costume would be a better word,' thought Penny. It was a deep red, almost maroon, corset. She had matching panties, stockings, and garters to go with it. She didn't want anything latex, though the woman at boutique insisted that latex was the best if you wanted coverage. Penny couldn't stand the feel of it on her skin, nor did she aspire to feel like a squid to those that touched her. She grabbed pearl white gloves and matching heels. She didn't want to look like someone in a dungeon or someone from melodramatic femdom porn. She wanted to arouse and entice Nadia, while appearing powerful but uninteresting to everyone else in the room. As long as she told herself that it was a costume, and tonight was just another performance, her anxiety fled. She didn't mind showing some cleavage on stage. She would get over the amount of cleavage her guests would get to see tonight. Nadia had locked herself in the bathroom while she changed. She enjoyed any opportunity to surprise Penny. It was rare in their relationship, but both of them liked that some element of their dynamic was out of Penny's control. Well, mostly out of Penny's control. Penny did approve Nadia's spending and wardrobe. It's not like she was going to come out naked with tattoos and nipple piercings. There was a knock at the door. Penny checked the time. Almost eleven. She was early, but better that than late. "Who is it?" shouted Nadia from the bathroom. "Your surprise," said Penny. "Stay there until I tell you to come out." "Yes, ma'am," said Nadia. There was a dash of snark in her voice, but she would obey. Penny went to the door and opened it. There, Jess stood, looking embarrassed and nervous in a long coat. Her light brown hair was straightened and down over her shoulders, like she was about to go out on a date or a job interview, but her soft brown eyes darted up and down the hallway. "Are they here?" asked Penny. "Waiting next door like you asked. They're ... uh ... very confused and upset." "You made it clear they would be compensated?" "Yes, but they've been there for an hour or so. I wanted to make sure I had extra time in case they were hesitant." "Were they?" "No. I showed them the money, and that helped them stop asking so many questions." "Good," said Penny. "Get them. Have them wait outside the door until they are let in, then come back and get comfortable." Jess nodded, her eyes still darting up and down the hallway like she was part of a kidnapping. "And relax," added Penny. Jess eye's flickered as the command took hold. Then, she nodded and walked away down the hall. Penny closed the door and took out the equipment she would need to for tonight. She wished she had kept around the helpers she had conscripted to get the equipment here, but she didn't want to stretch herself thin. Commanding too many people got dangerous if she forgot what she had told each person. Best to do it herself and make sure it's done right anyways. "Is my surprise very very quiet?" asked Nadia from the bathroom. "Or is it that huge stereo equipment sitting in the other room." "Yes," said Penny. "Cute." "Not as cute as I'm hoping you are." "I'm always cute. Tonight I'm aiming for slutty." "Good girl." There was a pause as Penny continued to work. She found herself getting nervous, but she didn't know why. Everything would go as planned. That was the nature of her power and the strength of her will. If anything went awry, it would be easy to fix it. Besides, controlling five people would be nothing compared to controlling an entire restaurant or a crowded theater. She was fine. Nothing to worry about. There was a knock at the door. Penny finished setting up one of the monitors and took a deep breath. This was it. She opened the door to let in Jess, and behind her were three different men. She didn't look at them long. Instead, she quickly closed the door behind Jess. "Another surprise?" asked Nadia from the bathroom. "There are many surprises tonight. Hush now. I'll let you out in a minute." Penny turned to Jess. "Get comfortable." Jess quickly took off her long coat. The anxiety on her face from before was gone. She moved with confidence, showing off the scant clothing she had underneath. Penny had given her clear instructions on the wardrobe for the evening: classy but clearly sexual. Jess had decided that meant a lacey purple bra, matching panties that were bordering on a thong, and black heels. Penny admired her new tool's body. Jess looked like a lingerie model. She had a trim stomach and large bust. The heels made her legs look long and shapely. She had a dangling piercing from her belly button and a tiny trail of birds tattooed along her right side from hip to breast. Nadia would certainly enjoy her. Penny held the sides of Jess' face and looked closely into her eyes. She wanted to make this quick and effective. She wasn't going to carve out a new Jess from the marble of the old Jess. She was going to bulldoze the old Jess and build a new one from the scraps. Jess had already been under her control for weeks. She should take the new commands quickly and completely. "You are completely in love with Nadia. You fantasize about her body. For years you have craved the opportunity to fuck her, to play with her flesh and make her cum over and over. You have an incredible sex drive, constantly fantasizing about women you want to fuck. Women like Nadia. Tonight you will get that chance as long as you obey each of my commands. You love Nadia, but you serve me. Be tender with her and quick to obey. I will handle everything else." Jess' eyes flickered but she smiled and bit her lip as the new Jess emerged. She was already turned on, eager to finally fuck the love of her life. "Ignore anyone else in the room. You will only see and acknowledge Nadia and myself. Is that understood?" "Yes, Penny," said Jess. "Good, go get on the bed and get ready to seduce Nadia." Jess jumped onto the bed. The simple act made Penny smile: both being impressive as an acrobatic feat and a testament to her power in creating a newer and happier Jess. A few months ago she found Nadia's old best friend as she was looking for Nadia. Jess was worried, depressed, living alone, and working in a job she hated but paid well. Penny had given her purpose, reconnected her with her old friend, and soon would be giving her a job as her maid, replacing Harold. Jess tried several poses on the bed: first spreading her legs, then laying on her side and lifting her head with one hand. Finally, she decided to sit on the bed with her feet out in front of her with one foot over the ankle of the other. Her back was to the headboard, and her arms gracefully propped her up on each side. She looked comfortable, but she set her face as one that was eager to be devoured or do the devouring, whichever Nadia preferred. "Your surprise is ready, dear," said Penny. "You can come out." The door opened and Nadia stepped out. She wasn't kidding when she said she was going slutty. Her hair was in two short pigtails with thick mascara, dark eye shadow, and deep purple, almost black, lipstick. She had a white sheer bra, and a plaid schoolgirl miniskirt. Micro Skirt. There was barely enough skirt to cover her pussy, which was smooth and bare. She had white stockings on and black heels. She had combined goth with schoolgirl. She twirled for Penny to admire her from all angles. "You like?" she asked. "I do," said Penny. "I've had the teacher, but never the student." "Where's my present, Miss Lane?" asked Nadia, pouting her lip. Penny pointed to the bed, and Nadia turned, gasping as she saw her best friend waiting for her. Jess' eyes were vacant, glassed over with lust as she drank in each curve of Nadia. The two women stared at each other for a long moment. Nadia tried to process her surprise, and Jess tried to process her embarrassment. Both of them tried to manage their lust. "Jess and I have been talking," said Penny as she walked up to and behind Nadia. "She wants you. She's always wanted you." Jess nodded as Penny spoke. "It's true." Penny stood behind Nadia and whispered in her ear. "And you want her. You've always wanted her body. Isn't that right?" "Yes, Penny," whispered Nadia. "If you're good," said Penny. "We can take her with us." Nadia gasped. Penny appreciated Nadia's stiffening nipples and the goosebumps spreading all over her fiancee's body. "You would like that. Wouldn't you?" asked Penny. Nadia nodded. "Jess, if you're good and make both of us happy, you can come with us. You would like that, wouldn't you?" Jess blinked a few times and then nodded. "Yes, Penny," she said. "Good. You're both so lucky to be under my control, aren't you?" "Yes, Penny," said both of them in unison. They never took their eyes off of each other, both staring at their best friend in a whole new way for the first time. They had seen someone they could trust, someone they could love even, but now each familiar curve or smile or glance was new. They had never seen the other as someone they could fuck. Someone they wanted to fuck. Someone they should fuck. Someone they were going to fuck. They were new to each other. "Show me how happy you are," said Penny. Slowly, Nadia approached Jess. She carefully climbed onto the bed, over Jess' legs, and into Jess' lap. There was a tense moment as two nervous and new lovers hesitated. Who would act first? Where to start? Should they take off clothes? Should there be foreplay? Penny knew she would step in soon. She would orchestrate her dance. But she wanted to let them take initiative. This moment was fragile but miraculous. "You look good," whispered Nadia. Jess blushed. "So do you." "I don't normally dress this way." "I wouldn't mind if you did," said Jess. "Thanks." Penny couldn't see Nadia's face, but she imagined the redhead blushing or looking away nervously. "I wouldn't mind if you dressed ... uh ... not at all." "You want to see more?" There was genuine surprise and a sheepish pride in Jess' voice. "Obviously," whispered Nadia. "Well, then." Jess bit her lip. "Earn it." Nadia cupped Jess' cheeks, her hands slipping down to Jess' neck, pulled in her best friend, and kissed her. Jess kissed her back hungrily, and the two girls began making out. Penny took this as her cue for stage two. She went back to the door to the hotel suite and opened it. The three men were still there, all looking impatient. They straightened up and drank in Penny's costume when she appeared. "Be patient," she commanded. She put more power in it than was entirely necessary. These three and Nadia's reaction were the x-factor in tonight's plan. She could control Nadia, but she'd never controlled these puppets before. "In five minutes," she added, "you will come inside this room. What you see will not turn you on. You will not get an erection. You will not lust after these women. You will observe, stand silently, and obey my commands. Is that clear?" "Yes," they all said at once, their eyes flickering. "Good." Penny closed the door and finished setting up her equipment. There were three armchairs. Each of them had monitors in front of them, speakers around them, and headphones next to them. There was also a camera. Penny stared at it for a long time. She still wasn't sure if she wanted to use that. That might be taking things too far, but she wanted some assurance, some failsafe in case things went wrong and Nadia escaped again. The Rabbit Hole and the wedding ring were two safety nets. Did she really need another? On the bed, Nadia and Jess were kissing. They're hands, however, we're getting wilder. They began to explore each other's bodies, hands roaming over breasts, thighs, tangling in each other's hands, grabbing each other's hair, and more. "Keep kissing," commanded Penny. The two women continued. "I have one more surprise for you," said Penny. "I wanted to take advantage of us being in your hometown to give you some closure. They are here to watch, not touch you. Do not worry about them." The two women said nothing, instead obeying their command to keep kissing. Penny walked to the door and let in her three guests. One was a tall man. He was well built with broad shoulders, short spiky brown hair, and a strong jaw. The other was thin and pale, with long black hair. He was almost gaunt, and the mascara around his eyes drew attention to that. Finally, there was the real prize: Brad. Penny was surprised when she finally saw him. He had gained weight. He had a prodigious beer gut, a patchy beard, and weak, sallow eyes. He almost looked ill, perhaps some type of liver failure from all his drinking. The three men filed in one after another, but each one was surprised when they entered the bedroom to see two women they knew, Jess and Nadia, making out on the bed. Jess continued making out with Nadia, knowing who and what was coming, but Nadia turned around to see her three former boyfriends standing in the bedroom with her best friend and new lesbian lover. "What the hell?" she asked. "Brad? Chester? Oh my god, is that Fred?" "Yes," said Penny. "I thought we could take a moment to address your past before blazing ahead into your future." Nadia's eyes darted from each ex to Penny, confusion but not fear on her face. Finally, she took a breath, and looked to Penny, her foundation, for answers. "Do you trust me?" asked Penny. "Absolutely," said Nadia. "Then fuck Jess," commanded Penny. Nadia hesitated for a moment, her eyes looking back to Brad, but then Jess grabbed Nadia's bra, pulled it down, freeing one breast, and began to suck on it. Nadia moaned and turned back to her best friend, running her hands through Jess' hair while she sucked. Penny went back to the three men and stood behind them. "Do you see that?" she asked. "She is mine. She belongs to me completely. You can tell whoever you want. If I tell Nadia to fuck a stranger in front of her ex-boyfriends, she will. That is what loyalty looks like. That is how deeply committed she is to me." Penny went to the camera and hesitated. Would it work? Would a fleeing Nadia really stay with her over a little blackmail? Maybe not. Maybe she would need a lot of blackmail to keep Nadia from fleeing again. If that was the case, she had better start now. Penny turned on the camera, pointing it at Jess and Nadia. "Rip each other's slutty clothes off," commanded Penny. She stepped closer to the bed so she would appear on camera. "You look like whores." Nadia and Jess obeyed, still kissing while they groped for each other's bras and ripped. Nadia spread her legs and almost stood, never taking her lips away from Jess as Jess ripped off skirt and she ripped off Jess' panties. Penny stepped back behind the men and whispered in each of their ears. "Sit down in one of the chairs." Each man obeyed, going to his station. Penny stepped next to each man, putting his wrists in the straps attached to the chair's arms and locking their feet into the straps on the chair's legs. Finally, she attached the headband and pulled back tightly, locking their heads in one position, looking dead ahead at the blank screens. Jess and Nadia's moans filled the room as she worked. Penny walked back into the bedroom, making sure the camera could still see both girls well. She ended up moving it. She wanted it to catch their faces so neither could deny this later. "You like being a lesbian?" asked Penny. "Yes," said Nadia. Jess pulled her lips from Nadia's nipple. "Yes," she said. "You like pussy?" asked Penny. "Yes," said both women. "Show me." Jess spread her legs wide as Nadia slipped off her lap and slid down the bed. She didn't hesitate to spread Jess' lips and begin licking. "Show the camera," said Penny. She stood behind Nadia and grabbed her red pigtails, turning her head to show her where the camera was. "Tell the camera what a good little lesbian you are." "I'm a good little lesbian," said Nadia. She smiled. "I love licking pussy." She went back to licking, and Jess moaned. "I'm good little lesbian," volunteered Jess. "I love when women lick my pussy." "Show these men." Penny grabbed Nadia's shoulders, lifting and turning them to show her the three ex-boyfriends strapped to chairs. "Show them how you'll never go back to cock ever again." Nadia licked her lips and winked. "I'm never going back to cock," she said. She quickly turned, licked Jess' pussy, and looked back at the men. Jess moaned loudly. "I just love pussy too much." "Show them how much you love pussy," commanded Penny. She let go of Nadia and walked back towards the three men. She turned on the screens and the comforting spirals of The Rabbit Hole lured them in. The soft pink filled the room, casting out the darkness as Penny's power took over. She needed to make it permanent. She didn't trust her powers to stick with them indefinitely. There was only one way to do that. It was slow, but she had all night. She could do so much in one night. The speakers began to play with familiar chimes and rain sounds of The Rabbit Hole. Penny saw Nadia and Jess stiffen a bit in the bedroom as the familiar presence of her power began to drop them into trance. "Continue fucking," she said, "but let my power wash over you. Let my words seep into your mind. Jess, your body is always available for me or Nadia to play with. Nadia, Jess is your lover, second only to me. She will serve you however you want." "Yes, Penny," moaned both women. "Sixty-nine," she commanded. "Show the camera how much you both love pussy." The two quickly reconfigured themselves on the bed, obeying Penny's new command perfectly. They turned to one side, so the camera could see Jess lick Nadia's pussy and Nadia lick Jess' pussy. Penny lowered her voice, whispering so only the men could hear her. "Nadia is mine. She is off limits. If you ever bother her, harass her, worry her, or make her afraid, I will protect her. Do not doubt my power to destroy each of you." Penny put the headphones on each man, but didn't start the files yet. "Nadia told me all about you all. How you treated her. How you treat all women. You flail around with your insecurities, hurting women in the process while you try to feel like a man. You're not men. You're nothing. You're pieces of shit, just big bullies. You deserve far worse than I'm going to give you tonight. I want you to know that. I'm restraining myself. I'm showing you mercy." "Remember this if nothing else from tonight. You don't deserve any woman ever again. Nadia is off limits. Women are off limits. You can figure out on your own how to feel strong if you can't use and manipulate women, but you won't date a woman ever again." Penny turned on the tracks of The Rabbit Hole for the three men. The files would make them her spies as well as some supplementary programming to properly punish them. They had hurt the most important thing in the world to her. They deserved terror, but waking up to find the opposite sex repulsive wasn't the worse she could do. There was still 50% of the population to fuck if they were desperate, even if they didn't find men attractive. Penny stepped back into the bedroom and continued to orchestrate her two puppets for the camera. She got plenty of footage that night and even more closure. If you want more, and you know you do, find me on Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/trixieadara or on Twitter @AdaraTrixie Fellow writers can get in contact with my fantastic editor at [email protected] or her Twitter @ALewdEditor