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“T-the circle is g-g-gone…” Medea heavily stuttered, exhausted.
We stopped our petty quarrelling. Erika stopped slapping and punishing Lady, the sisters left their corner and kept their hands of each other for a second; I stopped trying to get my toy back from Lisa. Jill stopped watching the sisters. Our leader was speaking; she was sitting over a plastic box, still blushed and not quite herself.
“Its influence…” she continued, “is not still over; but will diminish every passing minute until it is gone. I will be surprised if it lasts for an hour or two.”
“I’m not sure about that,” Carmen contradicted. She must have been very confident to opine against Medea. “We’re… the energy is in us. We’re still radiating whatever the circle was doing.”
“Correct, but in a much smaller radius; and with a weaker effect,” Medea agreed. “E-everyone else in camp will… lose the influence permanently and go back to normal.”
“That implies we won’t!” I realized.
“C-correct,” Medea stated.
Nobody knew what to say to that, not immediately. Did she mean we would take longer? Or we would always be under the thumb of what happened at the circle? I easily recognized its influence on my actions by now. It was like night and day. It was… part of every single healthy, young lady to… masturbate. I would do it a few times a week at most; now I literally felt the need to do it every few hours. My desires had amplified to levels I would not have suspected arriving here.
“What do you mean by ‘correct’?” Erika mimicked on the last word the neutral, sophisticated tone of voice Medea liked to address us with. “We’re stuck this way?”
“It’s not that big of a deal if that’s the case,” Jill shrugged.
“YOU are the one I’m more worried about if you don’t go back to normal!” Erika protested. “You’re going to start a nudist cult with orgies the second you get back home!”