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THE enclosing, perfumed warmth of Miss Newcombe’s thighs lifted from Melanie’s shiny wet face and she gulped down fresh air. She felt the shaft of the phallus drawn from her sheath. Her head lolled to one side drunkenly as she recovered from the shattering orgasm. Her whole body felt gloriously drained. She saw Sue, bike and baggage still attached, lying beside her.

Still breathing deeply, Melanie blinked at her surroundings, which slowly resolved into a scene of unexpected familiarity. “My living room... We’re in my flat!”

“Like the wallpaper...” Amber said faintly.

Miss Newcombe smiled down at Melanie, putting the phalluses she had retrieved from them into a small bag. “After I examined you in the Hall kennels the day after you arrived, I asked Alison if I could check your clothes on the pretext that you might have had a vaginal bleed. You had your flat key in an inside pocket of your shorts. I knew your name and, after I crossed over myself, I consulted the telephone directory. I had to know who to contact about your ‘illness’ and to reassure your neighbours. Oh, and I watered your plants.”

She lifted a corner of the rug on which they had materialised and picked up a small disk of ivory a few inches across, which she slipped it into the bag with the phalluses.

“What was that?” Melanie asked in bewilderment.

“A sort of homing beacon. They come with the travel boxes, under the tray holding the phalluses. It’s more convenient to arrive in a secure location than somewhere out in the woods”

Amber, her face still flushed from her exertions, had focused intently on Miss Newcombe. Now she said simply: “Why?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Why bother with getting a handle on the boys, bringing us back here, with keeping this whole thing secret? You’re not doing it just for fun. What’s in it for you?”

For the first time Miss Newcombe’s mask of calm self-assurance seemed momentarily to slip. Beneath it they glimpsed sadness, yet also an unshakable resolve.

“No, I’m not in it for fun, delightful though playing the game has been. I have my reasons, very good reasons, for doing this. When we meet again I may reveal them. Till then you will have to be patient.” She looked at Melanie. “I suggest you tell your superiors that you saw an unidentifiable figure prowling about Hoakam Woods. Ask for a search to be made where Amber has concealed her ill-gotten gains. Say you were thinking about speaking up before you fell ill, and now you are certain there is something there.”

“Just give me a couple of hours to wipe my prints from the silverware first,” Amber said quickly.

“I can’t do it!” Melanie said.

“You arrest me, I’ll tell them to check out where you’ve been for the past week,” Amber said bluntly. “Try explaining that away. Look, people get their property back and you get a commendation. I’m the one giving up a few hundred grand’s worth of dosh.”

Melanie sighed. “I suppose I haven’t any choice.”

Miss Newcombe had taken something from her bag. It was two halves of a phallus, carved in a fashion different from the ones they had used. She knelt on the floor, hitched up her skirt and splayed her legs, exposing her neatly-trimmed mound of Venus. Assembling the phallus she slid it purposefully up inside her.

Even so recently drained as they were, the girls felt the change in the air and the desire to offer themselves up to the pleasure it offered. But tied hand and foot they could only watch and squirm helplessly.

Miss Newcombe rammed the horn of ivory into herself faster and harder, her eyes misting with pleasure. “You should be able to free yourselves... easily enough,” she gasped. “You’ll answer... when I call you again. Goodbye... ahh!”

She threw back her head in ecstasy. Her figure seemed to blur and twist somehow... then she was gone.

In the stunned silence that followed, Amber murmured: “Well... it sure beats the hell out of commuting.”

She and Melanie wriggled about until they were back to back and began tugging at the ropes about their wrists. In a few minutes they were free. They released Sue from her bike and helped her to her feet. And there they stood; three naked women holding hands amidst an odd assortment of baggage in the living room of a modest flat.

Amber laughed. “What do we look like?”

Her hands slid around the others’ waists and she pulled them closer so their breasts touched and they could feel their body heat. She grinned at Melanie. “Where’s the bedroom?”

“You can’t want to... no, not so soon!”

Amber’s hands slid into the divide between their buttocks and down to puckered anuses still slippery from the petroleum jelly the boys had applied.

“Are you saying no?” Amber challenged Melanie, tickling the sensitive orifices, reawakening memories of the uses to which they had so recently been put.

“Yes... no, oh damn!” Melanie kissed Amber, then Sue. “The bedroom’s that way...”

“Can I be tied to the bed, please?” Sue asked hopefully.

“Just what I was going to suggest,” said Amber, trying not to show the thrill Sue’s words gave her.

They walked through the doorway arm in arm.

“Now I’m home, I can’t imagine how I ever let myself be made a slave,” Melanie admitted.

“But we will be going back when she calls us,” Sue said.

Melanie sighed. “Yes, even though I know exactly what it’ll mean for me.”

“Face up to it,” Amber advised them, “we’ll none of us be the same again. So we might as well enjoy ourselves.”

And they did, as only happy slaves of the girlspell could.