The Turning: Part Four

Cassie and Blaire are locked inside the yoga chamber with no clue how long they've been there. The poses feel pointless and the silence is thick. They wait for any word on Sara. The door opens and the Orderly leads Halle in. The sickly girl is gone. Halle's skin glows. Cassie blurts out praise but Blaire hangs back, sour and doubtful. The Orderly hands out two glasses of Dr. Elixir's blooming tea, a brew meant to crack open whatever waits inside them. Cassie knocks hers back in one swallow, the taste still stinging her throat, then dares Blaire to drink. After one reluctant sip, Blaire is pouring down the rest. The Orderly slips away with the empty glasses. Halle sits in the corner, silent and watching. Minutes later Cassie's head spins. One moment she's steady on her mat, the next she's watching naked bodies fuck in her mind while her mouth runs dry. She licks her lips. Halle curls a finger. Cassie crawls, starving, and their tongues tangle in wet, greedy spits. Blaire sees it and spits the word "dyke" like it burns. She bolts for the door but her feet slow. Now the same filthy images flood her, so raw she grips the wall. She feels her own hunger rise, then take her, and the last thread of disgust snaps. She steps forward. Halle strips her yoga pants off, spreads, and feeds Cassie straight from Blaire's dripping mouth. Then she peels Cassie's tight leggings down and licks the sweat from Blaire's heaving tits. Three mouths, six hands, no rules. Halle rides each girl's tongue in turn, slick thighs shaking, until the Doctor's serum has them all feral and soaked. In the end Halle is the one in charge. Cassie and Blaire worship at her slick center like it's the only cure left in the room.