Last time on "The Lokian Way":

Mercy's head is filled with questions lately. She hoped for some answers in a wax mannequin museum of famous mages. Instead, she got more questions and a poodle named Stacy.

Some questions were answered in her trickster mage group meeting. Given along with intriguing stories, but still, Mercy wants to know more.

*****

Mercy kicked a pebble on the pathway with an absent mind. Only to curse out loud. This act had been less painful when she hadn't worn sandals. Back when she had been Mark. It was only a few weeks ago, yet it felt like a small lifetime ago.

So much happened in the last month. At first, Mercy tried to react to it to the best of her abilities. Made mistakes and happy little accidents. So far everything had worked out. Except making Stacy, the bitchy head cheerleader, not just a lesbian, but a poodle too. For some time at least. If her miraculous trend continued, even that would work out. Just how was beyond Mercy.

While she felt bad about her mistakes it was something else that brought her into the park. She needed time to think. Now, that she slowly came to terms with her abilities as a trickster mage, questions blossomed in her mind. Some she had come up with herself and others were asked of her by friends.

"How is trickster magic created?" had been Melanie's question. Something not even Mercy's mentor could answer. For a moment Mercy got sidetracked. Remembering the night before. Melanie had called out for an impromptu ladies night. To teach the 'newcomers' a little. Of course, she meant Mercy who hadn't been a girl for very long. But also Michelle, who had been Mitch not so long ago.

Together they had watched a romantic comedy. Mercy had dreaded it. Remembering the first time she had watched one. Back then Mercy had bawled her eyes out. Then Victoria had teased her about it. The second time with Michelle and Melanie hadn't been better. Again Mercy couldn't help herself. Those movies just got to her somehow. At least she wasn't alone. Both of the other girls had cried with her. So at least no one could tease Mercy about. Provided no-one snitched to Victoria about it.

Remembering the night before brought a small smile to her face. Both girls weren't even living with Mercy and her parents for a whole week. Already it felt like Mercy had gained two sisters she hadn't known she had wanted or needed before. Even with them in a cold war about the hot water of the shower in the morning, she wouldn't want them gone now.

Mercy shook her head to clear her thoughts. This wasn't why she came here to the park. Slowly slandering along the walkways. It was to give her time to think. She pulled out her list of things she found curious and noticed that she hadn't updated it in a while. Too much happened recently. There was a lot of new information she had gathered. What it all meant was beyond Mercy.

Part of her wanted to ignore it all. She was just a girl from a smaller city. It wasn't her place to figure out the universe. But another part of her was relentless. Reminding her that she was a trickster mage on a level beyond her peers. That her special spells were among the strongest. She couldn't even deny the impact she had on people around her.

She browsed through her list of strange things to figure out and some of her old points gained new meaning in light of recent events and information. Small details that she had taken for granted or simply explained to herself that it was due to trickster magic being mysterious. Now Mercy was reminded of Victoria and the night Mercy had given her a rubber tail. She actually had been able to move said tail. And then there were those cat eye contact lenses.

"Good girl, Stacy"

Mercy's head snapped up. She knew that voice. A moment later her eyes found Sonja. She was in the middle of a group of people surrounded by dogs. Then she noticed one dog in particular. A poodle who started to growl at her.

"What's wrong, girl?" Sonja asked.

Mercy ducked behind a tree before Sonja could spot her. Now her thoughts were racing. Was that really Stacy as a poodle? Did that mean Stacy turned back by choice? Or did something happen and she was forced to turn back into a poodle?

Cautiously she peeked around the tree and once again spotted Sonja and Stacy. It appeared as if they attended a dog training course. Learning commands and tricks. It quickly occurred to Mercy that Stacy was the best student. No wonder with a human mind inside of her.

Even though she knew she should walk away, Mercy couldn't help but stay and spy on them more. It was fascinating. Stacy appeared to be happy to run around with the other dogs. Earning treats and pets all around.

There was a sudden change in the group and Mercy cursed as she figured out that the class had ended. It was too late for her to walk away unnoticed. All that remained was trying to stay hidden.

A moment later a stick flew past her tree. Followed by a poodle chasing it.

"I thought I had spotted you."

After jumping in surprise, Mercy turned around only to see Sonja right beside her.

"Walk with me," Sonja said and her tone suggested that Mercy better do as told.

It wasn't long before Stacy returned with the stick between her teeth. She hesitated as she spotted Mercy beside Sonja.

"Come here," Sonja urged her while crouching down. She took the stick only to throw it out again. A heartbeat later Stacy chased after it again.

"Why is she..."

"A dog again?" Sonja finished.

Mercy nodded. "I thought I changed her back for good."

"You did," Sonja admitted.

"Then why is she back to being a poodle?"

"Hmm. She found out that she can now switch freely between both forms."

"Doesn't explain why she chose to be a dog again," Mercy interjected.

Sonja once again took the stick from Stacy and threw it out. After Stacy chased off she gave a sigh and started to explain.

"I know what you think about her. That she is a bitch. I admit that she can be, but it isn't entirely her fault. You know her mother is a renown surgeon and her father a big wig in the mayor's office?"

After Mercy shook her head, Sonja continued. "She is the youngest of her siblings. All in good colleges by now. There is a lot of pressure for Stacy to do well too. All that stress. She needs to vent it. Sadly she didn't choose a good way. When her parents found out that she was gay ..."

"Her parents are homophobes too?" Mercy asked.

"Not really. I think. It is more than that. I think it doesn't fit the 'perfect future' they have planned for Stacy. I mean Stacy doesn't even want to be a cheerleader. But it looks good on college applications, you know? Anyway. Look at her now. Running around. Being a dog, even for a short moment, is being someone who can easily fulfill and exceed expectations."

"So I gave her an easy way to blow off steam?" Mercy asked.

"Yes," Sonja admitted. "But don't think that either of us has forgotten how you gave her this 'gift'."

"It was an accident," Mercy protested.

"Yeah. Yeah," Sonja waved her off.

For a moment they walked in silence. Now and then throwing out the stick so Stacy could chase it. Eventually, Mercy couldn't help but ask. "And you are okay with your girlfriend running around as a dog."

"At first I was pissed," Sonja admitted. "Still not really one hundred percent on board with it, but it is ..."

"It is what?"

"Nice," Sonja replied. "That she trusts me enough. Stacy and I haven't been together for long. Still, she chose to trust me with this secret. Explained to me why. That is worth a lot to me."

"I see," Mercy slowly said with a nod.

It now occurred to Mercy that she hadn't seen Stacy for a while. Worried she looked around only to spot her near the public restroom for women.

"I think she forgot that dogs are supposed to go outside," Mercy joked. It earned her a playful slap by Sonja.

"It is time for her to turn back." As they came close Sonja further instructed her. "Keep an eye out and tell me when your side is clear."

On the third try, they managed to slip in without being noticed. A moment later Stacy was human again. And naked. "What are you doing here?" she snapped at Mercy. But not with her usual bite. It was tamer.

"I was only slandering in the park," Mercy defended herself. "Pure coincidence I stumbled upon you guys."

"Fine," Stacy grumbled. Trying in vain to dress while trying to hide her assets from Mercy. "Just don't tell anyone about this or else..."

"Play nice you two," Sonja chided both before Mercy could reply.

Mercy gave a sigh. "I am sorry, okay? I didn't mean to turn you into a dog. It really was an accident."

"I guess. Shouldn't have provoked you," Stacy admitted. Then, just to prove she hasn't gone soft, she pushed out more forcefully. "You could at least have picked a less embarrassing dog species."

Mercy had to suppress a snicker. Instead, she just had to ask. "What's wrong with poodles?"

"Stubby legs? Not great for running around. And they're so small," Stacy mused.

"Point taken," Mercy admitted. "What dog should I've made you?" she asked with a grin.

"Mercy," was the only word Sonja said. But her tone made clear that she was walking on thin ice.

"Greyhound," Stacy said into the silence. Surprising both of the other girls. "That would have been a great choice."

"What's a ..." Mercy started but fell silent as Stacy had typed away on her smartphone. Completely ignorant that she was still half naked.

When Stacy held her phone under Mercy's nose she had to admit that Stacy had a point. That dog looked like it was made for running. Taller, leaner and looked like at home in a wind tunnel.

"That would have been a better choice if I had known you wanted to run. Not that I had been thinking much at the moment," Mercy mused out loud. "So if I made you a greyhound we can get behind this?"

"Mercy," Sonja exclaimed once again and stomped her foot.

"Deal," Stacy agreed. Earning a bewildered look from Sonja. Then she started stripping again. "Make me a greyhound and we have a truce."

Both girls shook on it. A few seconds later Stacy was once again a dog. This time an excited runner who quickly pawed at the door. Eager to get out and run.

"We wanted to go home," Sonja pouted for a moment. Her resistance melted away as Stacy gave her puppy eyes. "Fine. One hour. Then we go home. First, let me gather your clothes again."

Mercy let out a breath of relief. Getting Stacy off her list of people to watch out for might be good. Then again she had the feeling that she had annoyed Sonja a bit. Hopefully, that will work out too.

As they shuffled out Stacy took off in a sprint. Mercy had to admit that she was a lot faster now. Sonja gave her a quick "See you Monday" before trying to catch up with her girlfriend.

Once alone again Mercy let out a deep sigh. "Okay, Universe," Mercy muttered to herself. "You win, I lose. Apparently, I can't do wrong. All my screw ups turn out to be for the better in the end. What next?"

Mercy felt silly after her little outburst. Venting her frustration. Surely everything that happened was a coincidence. The vibrating and beeping of her phone gave her the scare of her life.

"No way!" she exclaimed out loud. Her phone continued buzzing. No call, but a lot of text messages. With trembling hands, she reached for her phone. It couldn't be that the universe would really call her, right?

She breathed out in relief as she saw that Victoria had messaged her instead. Then she frowned as she read through it.

Vicky: Mercy.
Vicky: Need help.
Vicky: Come by my house.
Vicky: Quick.

Frowning, Mercy started to type back.

Mercy: What's wrong.
Vicky: I am all tied up at the moment.
Mercy: So you need me to get something for you?
Vicky: Mercy.
Vicky: TIED UP.
Vicky: Hurry.
Vicky: Before my parents come home.

Mercy had to keep herself from rolling her eyes. Victoria probably had tried some deviant stuff herself. Maybe tied herself up with belts or robes. Then the smirk on Mercy's face vanish. Rope. One who could dig into Victoria's flesh. Cutting off circulation or other stuff. This was serious.

Mercy: On my way!

As soon as she had typed her last message Mercy took off in a sprint. Only to stop for a moment to shift her clothes. Sandals and summer dress wasn't a good choice for running. A moment later she took off in a tracksuit and trainers. Provided by her trickster magic.

A minute later she slid to a halt at the bus stop. Just her luck. She had missed the last one. Next one was in twenty minutes. Not soon enough. Again she started running. If she remembered right Victoria's house wasn't that far away from the park.

*****

A half-hour later Mercy stopped huffing and puffing before Victoria's house. Only now Mercy caught up to the fact that she might not even get in. Surely Victoria had locked the doors before going into her deviant games.

To her surprise Mercy found the door unlocked. She let herself in and found an eerily silent home greeting her. Mercy called out a few times for Victoria, but there was no answer. With no time to spare, Mercy jogged up the stairs and sprinted into Victoria's room.

There she was. Still alive. She was dressed in leather, belts, and hemp rope. Tasseled up on her bed. Spotting Mercy, she looked almost apologetic. Then Mercy spotted some details. Most of all her hands, as her fingers were elaborately tied together.

Slowly it dawned on Mercy. There was no way Victoria had bound herself.

"Hello Mercy"

The door slammed close the same time someone spoke behind her. Suprised, Mercy spun around.

"Brianna!"

The female alter ego of Brian leaned beside the door. Dressed in leather, one of the outfits Mercy had to make for her, she stood tall and proud. It appeared her stance was relaxed, but Mercy was reminded of a cat who just caught a mouse. With Victoria all bound up, she probably had been once a mouse for Brianna but was now relegated to being cheese. Bait for the trap Mercy had sprung.

"Missed me, pet?" Brianna purred. Casually she pushed herself off the wall. Took one elegant step after another in her glossy high heels. Each step was mimicked by Mercy, who backed off. Until she ran out of room, as she stumbled into Victoria's bed. Her legs buckled and she found herself sitting on the bed. Petrified.

"No need to be scared my pet," Brianna said, but her tone of voice suggested otherwise. Her arm reached out and cupped Mercy's chin. Gently pulling her up until she stood once more. "All I want to talk." Then there was that predatory smile again. "For now."

Mercy swallowed hard. "Talk?"

Brianna snuck an arm around Mercy's shoulder and gently turned her around so both looked down at Victoria.

"You know, Victoria and Brian talked a lot in the last few days," Brianna told Mercy. Not quite a whisper, but close enough. For a moment they silently watched Victoria squirm in her bonds. Then she continued. "Brian had to come to term with his new side. Me. It was a whole new world to him. Not just being a woman, but there was this whole new world to him called BDSM. And I know that you know that Victoria has more than dabbled in it."

Mercy cleared her throat. Had it been this parched when she had arrived. Eventually, she found her voice. "She told you? How much?"

"Nothing," Brianna piped up cheerily. "At first. I can be persuasive, you know. You see today was an important step. For Brian. Just a few hours before it was not Victoria bound and gagged lying there on the bed. It was Brian. He wanted to feel how it felt on the other side. Through me, he got a glimpse what it felt to be dominant. To expose himself so much to Victoria took trust. Today both, Brian and Victoria, redefined their relationship to each other."

"Then why is Victoria bound there on the bed?" Mercy wanted to know.

"Do you really have to ask or do you already know?" Brianna purred. "There are two sides to Victoria. One who craves submission and one who craves dominance. I can give that to her, Mercy. Because I have two sides too. Because I am Brian and Brian is me. We are one person. We share the same memories, feeling, and needs. Brian and I just express them differently. Victoria accepts that. Accepted me as I am. Both sides. Wholeheartedly. The question is, Mercy, do you?"

Mercy thought back to how she had met Brian. A little dorky back then. Always talking about games. A nerd. But never a pushover, she realized. He had his forceful moments too. It was him who befriended Mark, Mercy's own former self. Brian also tried to break Mark out of his stuck-up ways. To live a little. Have fun. They weren't best friends for no reason. For a moment Mercy felt dread. Had she taken him for granted? Was this the day she would lose him?

As if she could read her thoughts Brianna continued. "Brian won't go anywhere. You won't lose your best friend. No matter how far we go. He will always be there for you. Let me ask you one thing Mercy. Do you trust him?"

"I do," Mercy admitted. After all, he was the first one Mercy told about her new spells. And while Victoria recently had grown to be an equally important person in her life, Mercy still depended on Brian. Now and then to be the voice of reason where Victoria's hidden deviant might not give an objective enough perspective. For a long time, Brian had been a part of her life. A rock to depend on. Never betraying her trust once. As Mark or now as Mercy.

Brianna gently turned her around so they both faced each other. "Then you can trust me too. All I ask for is a chance to prove it. To make you see that I am still the Brian you know. Just from a different perspective."

"A very different perspective," Mercy agreed softly. Then again, if Brianna was right, it was not just her who was asking. It was also Brian. Not begging or demanding. But offering to understand him and his new self. Mercy took a deep breath and looked Brianna into the eyes. She still was the gorgeous domina with dark skin and luxurious black hair. Still gave off the same aura of dominance. But now Mercy saw her in a new light. One that lost most of her earlier fear. And she was ready to shed the last of it. "I want to trust you. What do you need me to do?"

Brianna smiled and it was a genuine one. It still spoke of hidden thoughts and devious fantasies, but it was also honest and one of pleasure. Gently she cupped once again Mercy's chin and made her turn to look at Victoria. Then she purred into Mercy's ear. "Brian is your best friend. Nothing more. And I will not force myself on you as a lover. But look at Victoria. She is my pet. Ready to be played with. What I offer you is the same I offer her. Become my pet, Mercy. I will treasure you and play with you. This is your choice. You can go and you will still have Brian as a best friend. Neither I or him will fault you for it. Or you can join Victoria. In that case, you should dress alike, don't you think."

Mercy's heart did beat like crazy. Her eyes on Victoria. Mewling into her gag. She was dressed in a leather bodice Mercy hadn't seen before. The deep plunging neckline was mostly hidden as Victoria was laying on her stomach. However, Mercy saw the generous cutouts for the thighs and the attached straps that held fishnet stockings in place on Victoria's legs. A wide leather belt around her waist was used as an anchor point for her feet. Immobilising her into a hogtied position. The same rope that tied Victoria's feet to belt also acted as a fix-point to force Victoria's arms back. There, a smaller rope was used to wield her hands together. Binding each finger to its twin. The last pieces, that Mercy could see, was a big ball-gag and a leather collar with a metal ring. The amount of spit around it suggested that Victoria as spend some time with it.

Snapping out of her reverie for Victoria and her outfit, Mercy looked down and was confused for a moment. Finding the tracksuit she had shifted her dress into. She was so caught up in the moment that she had forgotten about that change. A moment of concentration and the trainers on her feet shifted into the same fishnet stocking. Caught by the straps of the bodysuit that the tracksuit had shifted into. Now she noticed a few other details she hadn't noticed before. The zipper in the crotch for example. A moment later she too sported the wide leather belt around her waist, the collar on her throat and the big ball-gag between her teeth.

"I appreciate the eagerness," Brianna purred in amusement. "But for I have in mind you need your tongue."

Mercy felt the strap of the gag unbuckle and let Brianna take it off. That thing was huge and she didn't know how Victoria could handle one for so long. Maybe she shouldn't have made her clothes exact one to one copies. A sudden slap broke through her musings. It hadn't been a hard one but very unexpected.

"Hop on the bed," Brianna instructed her while walking around it to reach the other side. While Mercy scooted up on the bed, Brianna started to untie Victoria. First her hands and arms. Then the strict hogtie. She helped Victoria up and massaged her stiff arms and legs. At last, she unbuckled Victoria's gag.

"This doesn't mean you both are allowed to talk," Brianna warned both her pets. "Quiet or else."

Mercy gave a quick glance to Victoria who winked at her and showed a small smile before returning her attention to Brianna. A small exchange, but one that gave Mercy hope. Victoria wanted her to be here too.

"Mercy," Brianna said softly, but with enough steel in her voice to make it a command. "While I do want to earn your trust not everything is about you. The next part is a surprise for Victoria. How about you give her a nice blindfold? Be creative."

Mercy licked her lips. Certainly, she could do that. She didn't even have to think long. Inspired by the belts and ropes the blindfold turned out to be more of a head harness than anything else. Yet a big strip of leather provided enough coverage of the eyes to catch even the last trace of light.

"Very nice," Brianna remarked. "But don't forget some way to take it off again. Victoria might want to keep it later. As a souvenir."

A small nod from Victoria confirmed it. Mercy gave a smirk and complied. Adding a few buckles to the straps.

"Now sit beside each other. Legs and arms stretched out in front," Brianna commanded. "Mercy, give Victoria a helping hand. We don't want our blind mole to fall off the ledge."

Chuckling, both girls did as told, while Brianna fetched some length of rope. When she returned she started to tie those to the wrists and ankles of the girls. A few around the limp and then tied off in a way that left one long end. Mercy couldn't help but inspect one of these tied-off coils. It wasn't as tight as she had dreaded. She even could push a finger under the rope. Yet it was tight enough that Mercy had no doubt that it couldn't slip over her hands or feet. She also couldn't help to notice her slightly trembling hands. Sign of her nervous anticipation. The good kind she hoped.

"Now, Mercy help me to position Victoria," Brianna instructed. "I think you know the spread eagle position, Victoria."

Together they helped Victoria to scoot into the middle of the bed. There she did lay down on her back. Arms and legs spread out.

"I tell you a secret Mercy," Brianna said in a conspirational tone. "Victoria likes to struggle a little when I tie her up. Pin her down for me. Put your tights on hers and your arms and hers."

"I do not," Victoria protested.

"Shush pet," Brianna chided her.

Mercy couldn't really imagine Victoria struggling. She clearly saw her enjoy this. Maybe in a playful way. Just to prove Brianna right Victoria bucked a little. With a smirk, Mercy climbed over her to pin her down as told. Brianna started to tie the rope of Victoria's right wrist when Brianna started struggled a lot more. Maybe Mercy had been wrong after all or Victoria got inspired by Brianna. For a moment Mercy got worried, but looking down she saw a big grin on Victoria's face.

"Keep looking down on her," Brianna advised her. "She paragraphs her 'attacks' through her shoulders."

It was surprisingly fun to quell each of Victoria's futile attempts of escape. Meanwhile, Brianna made her way slowly around the bed. Tying up one limp of Victoria's after another.

"The last one," Brianna purred.

Suddenly Mercy's left leg was pulled away under her. Slowly but steadily. As Mercy looked she saw Brianna pulling on the rope that was connected to Mercy's leg. A second later her leg laid on top of Victorias. Mercy tried to correct her stance above Victoria she noticed her mistake. She couldn't move her arms or legs far as each was already bound to the bed. Just with enough slack so Mercy hadn't noticed. She had been too occupied watching Victoria squirm under her.

Brianna was already done with Mercy's left leg and now pulled down Mercy's right one. Her struggle proofed futile and only made Brianna's predatory grin bigger. At last Brianna won and Mercy's legs mirrored Victoria's. Spread wide just above hers.

When Brianna moved to the rope for her right arm Mercy knew she was truly trapped. She had just enough time to lower her chest on top of Victoria's before her arm was pulled away. Mercy's head came to rest beside Victoria's and she could hear her breathing labored with excitement. As her arm was retied into the position she still could feel some slack. Not enough to get far, but it barely was enough to find Victoria's hand and to grasp it.

After Brianna retied Mercy's other arm she was laying on top of Victoria as her bound twin. But it was not enough. She felt more than seeing it as Brianna used more rope to connect the belts on the girls with each other. Wielding them both closer together at the waist. Mercy was very aware how each of her small instinctual struggles was felt by Victoria. As was the other way around.

"We are nearly done," Brianna mused out loud. "Mercy. Try to move your head a little to the side. It is time to give Victoria back her sights."

It was a struggle, but she managed to push herself up enough for Brianna to reach the belts and buckles that Mercy had designed for Victoria as a blindfold. Eventually, Brianna got the harness loose. Victora blinked for a few moments before finding Mercy's eyes. They deeply gazed at each other, but not for long.

"Just making sure no one is cheating," Mercy heard Brianna say as she slipped the blindfold suddenly over Mercy's head. Suddenly she was cut off from the world. With the squirming Victoria beneath her the main stimuli. Mercy pondered Brianna's word and their meaning. It came to her the moment Brianna buckled the belts tight on her head. She tried changing the blindfold. Nothing. She couldn't even visualize it. It dawned on Mercy what had transpired. She had once told Brian she could change anyone's clothes that she could see. Brianna exploited now this fact. If she can't see then Mercy was unable to use her magic. She had found Mercy's weakness.

"Relax," Brianna whispered into her ear. "It is just us three here. If you want I can release you. But something tells me that you don't want to. Are you ready for what comes next?"

Mercy hesitated. Her sights and power were gone. Bound to helplessness. Leaving herself at someone else mercy. More than before this was a moment she had to decide if she wanted to trust Brianna or not. With her decision being made, she nodded.

Instead of answering Brianna grabbed Mercy's collar. She heard something snap to it. Then she was pulled down a little and she heard the second snap. She guessed that now that her collar was connected to Victoria's.

She was so close to Victoria that she not just could hear her breathing but felt every breath on her face. It felt intimate. Even more so when Victoria's hands grasped Mercy's. Entwining their fingers.

Mercy felt Brianna sit down beside both of them. When Brianna spoke it was close. "Now remember. No talking. But at the same time, I want you both to tell how much you desire each other. Be creative."

Victoria grasped the meaning at once, while Mercy needed a moment to make sense of it. Then Mercy felt Victoria straining under her. A moment later lips met hers. Gentle caresses turned to needy kisses. Victoria's tongue found her way inside and beckoned Mercy's to join her. It was intense. All their freedom stripped away, but those of their lips and tongues. At this moment Mercy felt connected. As if they created a language of their own. Intimate, passionate and soul sharing.

At first, Mercy ignored the arm that wormed its way between her torso and Victoria's. Then it pulled them apart. Not far as something still connected their collars. Mercy mewled in protest. Moreso when she hear something snap open and Brianna pulled her further away. Lifting head and torso as far as the ropes allowed.

"I hope you understand now," Brianna whispered into her ear. "Victoria still wants you. Despite having Brian and myself. You won't lose her either. You are part of her desire and a place in her heart."

Slowly but steadily those words tickled into Mercy's lust-addled mind. Brianna was right. Quenching the fire of hidden doubt Mercy hadn't allowed herself to voice aloud. Now she knew and happiness filled her heart.

"Do you want to feel even more connected to her?" Brianna purred into Mercy's ear.

Mercy nodded. Desperately so. She felt grateful when Brianna lowered her down again. When Victoria's lips found her own again. Soon she was lost in a haze of dancing tongues again. Barely heard a zipper being pulled open. Then a second one. However, she couldn't ignore the sudden cold air to her exposed sex. Brianna had unzipped the lower part of their bodices.

"I think this little toy is an old acquaintance of both of you," Brianna said with a devilish chuckle.

A moment later something touched the outer lips of Mercy's wet pussy. It pushed in a split second later. Making Mercy moan into Victoria in delight. Then there was this weird strain on the toy inside her. As if it was bend. Through the fog of lust, Mercy realized what toy Brianna had found. The same blue double ended dildo the girls had used in their last romp.

Victoria buckled underneath her and Mercy knew the other end had found its home. With renewed vigor both resumed their make-out session. Meanwhile trying to grind at each other with their hips. The ropes that bound them at their waist prevented all but the smallest of movements.

"How about a little help from me?" Brianna asked. A moment later Mercy heard a buzzing sound. Then the dildo in her came alive with vibration. It didn't take long before Victoria ceased squirming. She buckled once and strained against her bonds. Slightly lifting Mercy as she let out a deep moan.

Feeling Victoria orgasm beneath her was all it took to push Mercy over her edge too. Euphory and warmth spread through her as she too strained against her bindings.

By the time Mercy calmed down she noticed that Victoria still attacked her lips with abandon and that the vibrations had stopped. Not that Mercy minded either. However, the absence of the dildo she minded. Then she felt slack in one of the ropes that bound her. One by one her limps were released.

"Don't stop on my account," Brianna chuckled.

As soon as their bindings were loose enough Victoria flipped Mercy over. Now straddling her. Mercy felt like wonderfully and wanted it to never end. Victoria, however, had other plans. She dragged Victoria away and commanded her to stand nearby. Then Mercy's head was gently lifted. With the buckles of the blindfold undone Mercy squinted at the blinding light around her.

While Mercy's eyes adjusted she felt her arms and legs being massaged. Then she was gently pulled off the bed by Brianna who grabbed the ring on her collar. She was made to stand beside Victoria.

Mercy wondered what happens now as Brianna was slowly pacing around them. An enigmatic smile on her lips. Then Mercy heard a messy kiss and a surprised shriek from Victoria. When Victoria turned around Mercy saw the fresh imprint of Brianna's lipstick on her left buttock.

"Eyes up front," Brianna chided them both and resumed pacing around them. "You both may talk again. Did you both have fun?"

"Yes, Mistress," Victoria piped up. Mercy herself managed a nod.

"Good," Brianna stated. "Sadly duty calls. Not mine directly, but Brian's. Victoria why don't you tidy up the bed a little? Give Mercy and me a moment to talk things through."

While Victoria was busy sorting ropes and belts, Brianna led Mercy to a corner of the room. There she whispered to Mercy. Making her blush while at it. All the while glancing to Victoria.

"Time to shift back to being Brian," Brianna told them as her whispering ended. "Be right back." On that note, she ducked into Victoria's bathroom.

"What did you two talk about?" Victoria asked as Mercy joined her tiding up the room.

"Wouldn't you want to know," Mercy teased. "I promised I wouldn't tell."

For a moment they worked in silence until Victoria surprised her with a question Mercy hadn't expected. "So. Do you regret coming here today?"

Mercy pondered it for a moment. "Not even a little," she answered with a big grin.

The bathroom door opened and Brian stepped out. Heaving a big backpack over his should. Probably filled with Brianna's outfit and gear. As Mercy spotted him she felt awkward. Just now with Brianna, she had revealed an intimate part of her. Now Brian, her best friend, was back.

If Brian felt the same awkwardness he didn't show. "Sorry. No time to chat long," he opened up. "Already late. See you both tomorrow, right?"

"Tomorrow?" Mercy asked confused. Could she handle another session with Brianna so soon?

"The library, remember?" Brian reminded her. "You asked us to help research trickster magic."

"Right. Yeah. See you tomorrow," Mercy replied lamely.

"Good," Brian agreed. "And Mercy. Think about what Brianna told you. I'll let myself out. See you both tomorrow."

And with that Brian was gone and Mercy was alone with Victoria. Who promptly pounced on Mercy. "So seriously. What did you both talk about? Was it about your weakness?"

"Weakness?" Mercy asked confused. "I have no weakness."

"Oh really?" Victoria asked with mischief in her voice. She managed to maneuver herself behind Mercy, who found herself blind again as Victoria held hands over Mercy's eyes. "Say that again."

"Right," Mercy said with a smirk. "You know I only need a moment of light and you'll regret this little stunt."

"What would you do? Gag me?" Victoria teased her.

"Maybe," Mercy replied as she started trying to break free. Already having a gag in mind for Victoria.

Both girls wrangled in jest until they both reached the bed. With a shriek and a giggle, both girls fell down on it. There Mercy found an opening. One of Victoria's fingers had slipped. At once Mercy struck out. Projecting the gag onto Victoria.

Then she blinked as she could see again. Victoria's hands gone. Turning around Mercy saw herself alone. Beside her on the bed were still Victoria's pieces of her fetish outfit. Along with an addition. With a shaking hand, Mercy lifted it out of the pile.

In her hand was a big red ball-gag. An exact copy of the one she wanted to put on her friend. "Victoria?" Mercy asked in horror. "Oh no! I killed her!"

Quick Authors note: I can end stuff on a cliffhanger too. Not just Morpheus. You hear that Morpheus?! Cliffhangers aren't yours alone! Muhahahaha.