Here's the next chapter. Oh, and the song Bailey and Zoey quote is "Sexxx Dreams" by Lady Gaga.

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A week later...

I gave a cry of frustration. "I can't take it any more! I have to get some!"

Mal hadn't made me do anything sexual myself for the last week. He would request that I do...things...with Zoey, but he wouldn't punish me if I didn't comply. All he'd say was "I can wait. All too soon, you'll want to."

I knew what he was trying to do. He wanted me to throw myself at her. Every day, we'd be teased as much as possible, forced to wear slutty clothes and usually some kind of vibrator in our most sensitive places, something that would make us as desperate for relief as possible. For Zoey, she actually got it. While Mal hadn't yet directly ordered me to do too much, Zoey didn't get off so lightly. But she was always more relaxed once she'd been allowed to release. Of course, with his tricks, it never lasted long, but I could tell she was trying not to show any difference. I wondered if it was becoming addictive to her, the way it had with me. But of course, she had no one to do moderated acts with, who could ease her out of it like Duncan had with me.

And although Mal didn't do anything with me, he did force me to watch him and Zoey. And although I knew she hated him as a person, she had felt exactly the same things I'd felt in juvie – she liked the sensations he gave her, no matter how much she loathed him.

At the time when I said that, Zoey and I were on our own in our room. It was nighttime, and the lights were off. We still had to share the bed, but it was the only time I wasn't forced to have light sexual stimulation that didn't drive me insane.

"I know what you mean." Zoey muttered. "It's probably worse for you, but it's gotten to the point that if I don't have anything, I feel empty. And whatever herb that's been turning the milk green - I'm pretty sure it has a hand in that feeling, too."

I groaned. "I can't believe it! He's only doing this so I'll fulfill his stupid fantasies and do with you just about everything that can be done with two girls. I can't stand it!"

"Have you tried just tou-"

"Yes, of course I've tried that." I said impatiently. "It's not the same. You know I've been with Duncan for months. And...well...he loves to test out my limits, even though he's never gone any further if l really can't take it – and he can usually tell without me saying anything."

Zoey looked at me seriously. "You know, Bailey," she said hesitantly, "This is just what he wants. He wants both of us to be so sexually frustrated that we'd eventually even get with each other."

"You don't say." I muttered sarcastically. "That's why I've been doing my best to hold back."

"But if no one finds us," Zoey murmured, "It will have to happen eventually."

I sighed. Yeah, I'd have to do it sometime. And...well, now was as good a time as any. And if I had to accept it, I might as well have fun with it.

I managed an evil smile, and then murmur-sang the words of a song I felt fitted our situation. "Heard your boyfriend was away this weekend...wanna meet at my place?"

Zoey's face went as red as her hair and she hissed "Bailey!"

"What? You were the one who said it would have to happen."

"I know, but how did you start getting all enthusiastic?"

"Oh, come on, Zoey!" I cried in exasperation. "If it has to happen, we might as well have some fun with it. Take two...wanna meet at my place?"

Zoey sighed, and said "Okay, but do we have to use this song? I'm not the biggest pop fan." I raised my eyebrow at her, like Do you know any other songs that sound like two girls? and she sighed and sang "Heard that we both got nothin' to do...when I lay in bed I touch myself and think a' you."

Then I shyly reached out and kissed my friend on the cheek. She did the same to me, then hesitantly took the initiative and this time, brushed my lips with hers.

"This feels so awkward." she whispered.

I could feel the same, and said "I know. But do you want to get release, or not?"

Zoey paused, and then pulled away. Finally, she said, "But we don't have to make out to do that. Why don't we just, I don't know, touch each other or something if touching ourselves isn't cutting it." She paused and whispered "I don't mind if you want to imagine it's Duncan."

I shrugged. "Well, if we're doing this, I don't mind if you imagine Mike...if you still do."

Zoey looked like she was about to cry for a minute, but she blinked and said "I still miss him. And I still do love him. I know he's in there, somewhere. But the longer we're trapped in here, the harder it's going to be to get him back."

I gave a sigh and reached under the covers to Zoey. "If we're going to...you know...shall we..."

Zoey echoed my sigh and slipped a hand under the covers to me. We were both wearing nightclothes, but the only ones we got were short, tight nightdresses and the only underwear we were given were thongs, so there was really no point to wearing anything under the nightclothes. So it wasn't too hard to touch each other. And we were right – it felt electric to have someone else's touch, and I felt comfortable for the first time in a week. Judging by the way Zoey gave soft sighs whenever I pressed, she was getting the same feelings. We even reached our peak at the same time.

Finally, we were just lying there, having let go and feeling satisfied. "That wasn't too bad." I admitted. "I mean, it did help."

"It was weird to think about, but it felt good." Zoey agreed with me. "I guess...if it ever gets unbearable for you again, we can do that." She smiled slyly. "You know, I could tell you were thinking about Duncan, because you said his name."

I gasped. "I did? I barely even noticed either of us saying anything. Wow. I really must be missing him more than I realize." I hesitated before asking. "Is that how you feel about Mike?"

Zoey nodded, her face becoming serious and saddened. "I miss him so much." she murmured. "It's like...whenever I have to...you know..."

"You can say it if you want to!" I said impatiently. "Look, Zoey, I've had to watch you two going at it. You don't have to say 'you know' to refer to it."

"Sorry, sorry." Zoey said quickly. "It's just...I never actually did that with Mike, and it hurts that I have to give it up to his alternate personality...but whenever he does...if I don't look him in the face, I usually start pretending that Mike's come back, and that I'm having my first time with him, and..." Tears shimmered in her eyes. "Afterwards, I start worrying that I'll never get him back!"

"I'll never let Mal take over completely," I vowed. "Not now that things are getting this serious. The windows may be locked in this place, but Mal lets me go around wherever, as long as it's inside. I can just smash one of the windows, and get out of here. Then I'll find the nearest police station and get you out of here too. "

And I got my chance the very next day.

Will she? This was her lowest point yet, forced to let Zoey touch her to provide relief. I hope I let her, but I'm still not sure.