(One hour earlier)
"Are you all right?" asked Annie, walking beside her friend Kate on their way to Kate and Stanley’s house.
"I think so..." Kate murmured, still visibly shaken. Her clothes had vanished into thin air, yet somehow her handbag had remained—her phone, keys, and wallet untouched. She clutched it like a lifeline as she unlocked the front door.
Once inside, Kate shrugged off Annie’s coat and handed it back, now standing proudly in her nakedness. Her confidence surprised even herself. She didn’t care that Annie’s eyes wandered over her curves, pausing just a moment too long on her hips and breasts.
Kate turned to face her. “Those videos... ever since I watched them, I’ve been wondering if maybe I’m not as straight as I thought. Be honest—do you find me attractive? I mean, from a lesbian’s point of view?”
Annie smiled, her gaze gentle. “Kate, you’re stunning. Honestly. If you weren’t straight and head over heels for Stan, I’d say you could have any woman you wanted. But I don’t think a few strange videos could just flip someone’s sexuality. And I’m going to have a serious talk with Louise. Sending you those was way out of line. You’re my best friend. I love you… as a friend.”
Kate’s lips curled into a small smile as she leaned in and kissed Annie on the cheek—just a little slower than necessary. She was foolishly hoping for something more. Annie returned the gesture, but nothing more, and turned to leave.
As Kate shut the door, she sighed: “What was I thinking? She’s with Louise. And I’m with Stan. These damn videos are seriously messing with my head...”
She headed upstairs in search of fresh clothes, but paused when she heard moaning coming from the bedroom. Her body tensed.
“Is Stan cheating on me? With several women?”
Her heart raced. She flung open the door—only to find Stan alone, completely naked, jerking off to a lesbian porn video playing on his laptop.
Her anger evaporated in an instant.
Stanley froze, guilt all over his face. “Kate—I… I was just—”
Kate cut him off with a wicked smile. “So, you were getting ready for me, honey? Good.”
Before he could react, she straddled him and began riding his erection. But something felt wrong. His cock was... smaller than usual. Half its usual size. And softer, too weak to bring her any real pleasure.
Stanley winced. “I think the video’s distracting me…”
He reached for the laptop to close it, but Kate grabbed his wrist. “Leave it,” she whispered. “Let it play.”
On the screen, two young women were exploring each other, one learning how to finger her partner for the first time. Stanley, wanting to please Kate, mimicked the motions with his own fingers. His touch was softer, more sensual, more... feminine. Kate closed her eyes and gasped. It felt like a woman was touching her. Not her boyfriend, but some gentle, skilled female lover. She imagined it, believed it, surrendered to the pleasure and came harder than she had in months.
When the wave of pleasure subsided, she opened her eyes and whispered, “If only he had a pussy... I’d love to return the favor.”
Stanley beamed, proud of what he’d done for her. But then a strange frustration crept in. He had given her such pleasure, and yet... he couldn’t experience it himself.
As they curled up under the sheets, sweat cooling on their skin, Kate turned to him. “Would you mind if I called you... Stella?”
Stanley blinked. “Why?”
Kate smiled and brushed a lock of hair from his forehead. “It’s just... a little fantasy. It turns me on to give you a feminine name. And Stella suits you.”
He paused, then chuckled softly. “Actually... I kinda like it.”
“Good night, Stella.”
“Good night, Kate.”
That night, as they drifted into sleep, they again dream of the island populated by impossibly beautiful women dancing in waves of pleasure.
This time, they reached the shore. But as soon as their feet touched the sand, they were separated.
Kate was cast into a maze. At each intersection, two archways loomed ahead: one marked with the symbol of Mars, the other with the symbol of Venus. Most of the times, she chose the path of Mars, and got lost. Only once she dared to choose the Venus symbol, but it lead to an impass.At some point, the path become an endless straight line with occasionally a single archway makred with a Mars symbol. Each time, Kate became more and more exhausted, until she collapsed.
Meanwhile, Stanley was shackled to a cold stone wall. He prayed for strength. Muscles grew. Chains broke. But for every chain he shattered, two more appeared, heavier and tighter, binding him deeper into helplessness. His body swelled with masculine energy—but it only imprisoned him further. Eventually, he collapsed, crushed beneath the ever-multiplying weight.
And in the stillness of the night, their voices echoed in perfect unison: “Yes… I will reject my old life and start a new one within the Cult of Lesbos.”