Liz sat slumped in the passenger seat as Katie drove her back to Emily's. She had spent hours in various bars servicing filthy men and women, lapping at their genitals, drinking their fluids, and offering her naked body to any who would have it. Yet she remained unsatisfied. The effects of the pills, although lessened, demanded ever more. They were relentless and every few minutes another wave of drug-induced euphoria smashed into her, sending her spiralling into a frenzy of uncontrollable sexual desire. While Katie drove, Liz frantically masturbated with a dildo she had found stashed in the glovebox. With each climax came precious release, but it was fleeting, for the next wave was never far away.
"I can get you out of this," Katie said.
"Fuck you."
"I've been where you are now. I've sucked and fucked my way through more men that you could ever imagine, and for
years
I was her play thing. Believe me when I say: she has barely started with you. But it's not hopeless; there is a way out."
"How?"
"You must become one of us, a Sister. There are rules within the Sisterhood. Rules that Emily must abide by. Rules that are strictly enforced. She will lose much of her power over you. She won't be able to feed you any more of those fucking pills and those videos she has of you, will disappear."
"What about John?"
"You'll be expected to keep him like one might keep a pet. As a natural submissive, he longs to be dominated, to be humiliated. How do you think Emily seduced him so easily? He'll lose his job, either by choice or through some humiliating scenario that the Sisterhood will inflict on him. He will keep your house in order and tend to your affairs. As a Sister you'll receive a comfortable pay package and, depending on the Sisterhood's needs, you will either be asked to continue with your current employment or offered a position within the Agency."
"I just want this to stop. I'll do whatever I need to do."
"This isn't some bullshit get-out-of-jail card. You need to want this, to be committed to this life. I am putting my ass on the line here for you."
"I'm sorry. What do I need to do?"
"I'll make the play, just follow my lead. Look, I know you're angry, and you've been through a lot, but be mindful how you speak. You must always show respect, especially to Emily."
"Why is she even doing this to us?"
"It's not her, it's the Sisterhood. You need to understand that the Sisterhood isn't Emily and us girls: it's an entire society that has kept itself secret for generations. Those in service to the Sisterhood maintain its power through domination and humiliation. As Sisters we carry out the wishes of our leaders - the Coven. They demand fealty and they do not tolerate insubordination. Together we are indomitable and we are legion. Emily is but a clog in this ancient and formidable machine. You need to accept that you may never know why they they chose you. Emily may not even know."
"She was my friend for years."
"Above all else, the Sisterhood is patient; we play the long game."
They pulled up to Emily's house where the party was still in full swing. Katie covered Liz with a blanket and led her inside. While they were gone, the party had lost any pretence of a civilised gathering and had degenerated into a wild orgy, depraved and without boundaries. The slapping of skin and the moans of sexual pleasure could be heard outside, even over the music.
John was lying supine on the couch. His face was buried deep in Rachel's ass. Perched on his face, she rode him like a mechanical bull, gyrating and grinding as he pleasured her. She held her ass cheeks wide apart, granting him access to that wrenched hole that he apparently adored. A trio of women wearing strapons were gathered at the other end of John. They each waited for their turn to assault his asshole, lubricating and stroking their massive faux cocks. The woman currently doing the deed had a body like an Olympic athlete. She was fucking him like a piston, like a machine. With each stroke, she slammed into him, lifting him from the couch and emitting a satisfying grunt. Her taught muscles glistened with sweat, and she relentlessly pounded him as if she despised his very existence. Liz watched her work for a moment, captivated by the display of raw intensity and rhythm. John's cock stood rigid; though, it was now encased in a studded leather sleeve complete with a tiny row of spikes that dug deep into the tip of his penis like the teeth of some demonic worm. She imagined he would be howling out in pain if it weren't for the pill's effect and Rachel's massive ass.
Liz felt giddy with arousal watching the display. She balled her hands into fists, digging her fingernails into her skin. By focusing on the pain, she managed to fight the desire to cast her body into the orgy. Though, she was unsure if any amount of pain could overcome Emily's cursed pills for long. Katie, as if reading her thoughts, grasped her arm and pulled her away from the sexual frenzy.
Emily, one of the few still dressed, intercepted them in the hallway and ushered them into the sitting room. Liz, feeling too weak to stand, sunk to the floor and began masturbating as they talked over her.
"How many tonight, Katie?"
Katie shrugged. "There was a sports game on."
"I can't tell you how happy that makes me. Give me a run down, then let's have everybody gather in the family room and we can watch the highlights on the TV."
"Emily, please. She's been through enough tonight."
"You think I should go easy? You of all people, Katie?"
"You weren't there tonight. It was a bad one."
