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    Gwen fell roughly to the mattress as Lydia and Emma shot up and ran at the girl, the three wrestling naked in a heap. Watching dumbly, she sat up on her knees as Aubrey threw something shiny at her.
    "It' s the locket, that's what they control us with!" Aubrey shouted, struggling under the two women. "Use it!"
    Gwen picked up the gold heart-shaped locket, exchanging a confused glance with Rachel. The lithe chain seemed to tug at her fingers, and she moved to connect the ends.
    "Shit -" Emma shouted.
    Gwen jumped as a strange electricity ran through her arm. The locket felt curiously alive and interactive with the still-simmering arousal inside her, as if it had somehow connected directly to her sexuality. "What is this?"
    She looked up.
    Emma, Lydia, and Rachel were all just staring blankly at her. Emma sat on her knees with her strap-on still wet and pointing up in the air, Lydia's large breasts hung free, and Rachel still sat with her legs open and heated sex exposed - but none of them seemed to care.
    Aubrey crawled free of the women, her eyes clamped shut, her hands searching ahead of her as she moved.
    "What's going on?" Gwen asked her.
    Emma answered her question instead, her voice monotone. "The locket can make people do anything."
    Startled, Gwen s tood, backing away from them. Her mind felt remarkably clear for the first time since she awoke in that white-walled dungeon. Although their claim about the locket sounded crazy, she could feel it burning with power in her hand, and she had no doubt it was the force behind her mental struggles. There had never been any drugs.
    Leaning down, she touched the crawling girl.
    Aubrey meeped in surprise and scrambled away, her eyes still tightly shut.
    "I'm not going to hurt you."
    "Don't be offended if I don't trust anyone holding that thing!"
    "Wha t - what should I do with it?"
    Aubrey kept crawlin g toward the stairs as she spoke, half-sobbing. "Lydia said it could make people forget things. Order them to forget they ever knew me. Tell them to sit here for an hour before waking up. I want to be long gone."
    Gwen made a series of confused noises as she tried to comprehend the girl's choices. "Shouldn't we… go to the police?"
    "And tell them what? A magic locket made me go with my best friend to have kinky sex with some random women?"
    "But… this was kidnapping…"
    "Maybe that locket made them do it," she replied, standing shakily and climbing the stairs one unseen step at a time, her hands following the wall. "That thing is evil."
    Gwen stared at the entranced women, and then the girl near her feet. "What about Rachel?"
    Aubrey paused for a moment at the basement door, just long enough to give her unhappy answer. "She's not hypnotized. She wants to be here. Make her forget me, too. I never want to see her again."
    Blinking, Gwen listened to the girl's footsteps overhead, running for the front door in a panic. She had a brief desire to track the girl down before she got too far away, and offer to make her forget this night - but she knew Aubrey would never let herself fall under that power again.
    "Stay here for a n hour," she ordered, her voice shaking. She almost couldn't believe the surreal nightmare was actually over, or that the locket would make her orders stick. "Forget you ever knew Aubrey."
    She backed up to the base of the stairs, watching the blank-faced women for any sign of consciousness. When would they wake up? Would they really forget?
    She stared at the locket's gold patterns for a moment, considering whether she should make them forget her, too. She could order them to forget all of it, and forget the locket, too…
    But she had no way of knowing what that might do to them. How long had they had it? Was it really evil? What if none of it was their fault?
    She approached hesitantly, kneeling in front of Lydia. The brunette's large breasts just hung there, nipples hard… and she was so beautiful…
    Still fearful the women might be faking, Gwen poked