Detective Summers lay on the bed, sweaty, her clothes tattered, hanging in shards from her bound arms and legs. She was tired from being abused by both David and Jessica, all at David's whim... Emmanuelle's whim. After enduring all that she had, she was quiet, beaten down. She watched helplessly as Jessica lay on her stomach beside her, David fucking her ass from behind, his rhythmic thrusting making the bed squeak over and over. Her hands were cuffed behind her back.
Jessica was moaning again, obviously over-stimulated once more. From the sounds she was making the detective knew she was close to having yet another orgasm. She briefly wondered how many they had each had... how long had they been at this?
"I can't... take any more," David said softly, but never letting up. "But she won't let me stop, J."
Jessica could feel Emmanuelle come into her mind again and take over her body. "Oh, you love this... I know you do. I know you fantasized about David fucking you like this for a long time. You can't lie to me," she whispered into Jessica's brain. "You can't hide anything from me."
Jessica shuddered at this thought. She hoped she could... she hoped this would be enough of a distraction to hide her plan.
"Tell him to fuck your ass harder... like the big slut you are, Jessica," Emmanuelle whispered to her. "And you are a slut, no matter how much you try to hide it. I see your memories of him... your little brother. I see how much you loved sucking on his big cock... how much you fantasized about it afterwards, toying with your little pussy at night in bed."
"Don't stop, David," Jessica moaned, trying to sound as slutty as she could for Emmanuelle. She needed Emmanuelle to enjoy this, no matter how much it embarrassed herself. "Fuck me, little brother... fuck my ass harder and cum in me. Please! I need it!" Even though forced to say it and forced to do this, she knew she actually... in a way... enjoyed it. She suddenly felt Emmanuelle leave her again and breathed a quick sigh of relief.
"Oh God," David moaned, obviously getting very close to his orgasm. He pulled out of her ass and for a moment, and began jerking himself. "Turn over, J," he said, helping her flip over onto her back. She wiggled around and faced him, watching him stroking his hard shaft. She'd seen it a lot today, far more than she ever expected. He was her brother for God's sake.
"Aaaah," he moaned and began cumming. It wasn't nearly as much as the other times he came today, but it was still impressive that he had anything left inside him. His cum dribbled from the tip and spattered on her chest, neck, and face as she watched, helplessly. When he was done, he fell onto the bed, his energy spent. "No more... I can't," he panted. "I just can't."
Their eyes met and she felt sorry for him, sorry that Emmanuelle had gotten to him. She was sorry that Emmanuelle had reduced him to... this... this pawn. Emmanuelle was doing everything she could to ruin them both for her sick pleasure.
"I need to rest," David said to the entity in his head. "No! I can't! I can't go on. I need a drink at least."
Jessica watched him intently, loving him more than ever for what they were going through together. And seeing his eyes begin to change, to see his facial features change as Emmanuelle took over sent a shiver down her spine. He went from crying and panting in shame, to dominant and happy... and gloating.
"I'm glad I'm so young, Jessica," Emmanuelle said through David. "I'm glad I can just fuck for hours and hours. And I think you both love it, too. Didn't you?" Emmanuelle slid off the bed and stood, her hands sliding down David's body and holding his quickly deflating cock, bouncing it around obscenely. "You'll never know what it feels like to have a monster cock like this, ladies. Let me tell you... it's delightful!"
She turned and walked out into the kitchen area. "But, I think I'll have to have try something else," she said as if thinking. "Maybe go and buy some toys... a vibrator or two... to keep you ladies entertained." Jessica could see through the open door as Emmanuelle walked to the table and picked up one of the full bottles of water. She opened it and held it for a moment. "We do have all week, you know." Emmanuelle raised the bottle to her mouth and Jessica's heart beat faster.
"Just a couple sips", Jessica thought. "Maybe... just maybe this will work." She could feel the tension in her body as she craned her neck to watch, but tried not to bring attention to it.
Then Emmanuelle slowly looked at her and smiled. "Fooled you," she said, giggling. She turned the bottle over and let the contents spill all over the floor. "Did you really think I would drink something you drugged? How stupid do you think I am, Jessica?"
He laughed and Jessica's spirits fell. She had no idea how to get out of this now, short of the police coming to rescue them. And that wasn't likely to happen if Emmanuelle forced the detective to call in and tell them nothing's wrong. Her head fell back into the bed, defeated.
Emmanuelle began walking around the kitchen and dining room, sometimes seen, sometimes not. "Maybe I could tie you two together... with a vibrator between you... and watch you struggle not to cum on it. Oh, that would be fun!" She poked her head in the door to look at Jessica and Summers and laugh. "Or maybe I go back inside you, Jessica. I bet you'd just love to rape these two... wouldn't you? I could get a big strap-on so you can fuck them yourself." She laughed again. "And David's in here complaining. I guess he's never been fucked in the ass before, so that would be a treat for both of you."
Jessica shivered at the terrible sound of David's evil laugh. It sounded familiar, but oh so different.
Emmanuelle turned and walked back into the dining room, idly stroking her dick... David's dick... and looked at the table. A half empty bottle of water was sitting off to the side. It was Jessica's. She brought it in with her, from the drive. She'd been drinking it on the ride up. It had to be clean... right?
She opened the top and walked over to the door again. She lifted it to her lips and feigned danger. "Oh no... it's drugged..." she said mockingly as she took first a small drink, laughed, and then finished the bottle in the next, crushing it and tossing it behind her.
Jessica shook her head at Emmanuelle's mocking. She was going to get out of this They all were.
Emmanuelle turned to walk back into the dining room once again and stopped. Her hand went to her head and she looked at the water bottle, then back at Jessica, blinking unbelievingly.
And Jessica smiled. "Both bottles were drugged, bitch."
Emmanuelle collapsed to the floor with a thud and, with renewed energy, Jessica stood. "Where's the key to the cuffs?" she asked the detective.
"My pocket... pants pocket. Front right."
Jessica moved beside the detective's feet and sat down. Summers's pants were down around her knees, trapped by the ropes binding her ankles. Jessica inched her back towards them, so that her hands could reach the pocket. She struggled, trying to find and then get her hand into the pocket. It took a moment, but then she pulled a small key ring free. It took a lot longer for her to get the right key and then be able to insert it into the lock. She kept glancing at David, cursing when she failed to open the cuffs each time. She had no idea how long the drug would last. That bottle had less water in it, so it was far less diluted. She hoped it would be even more potent.
Finally the cuffs came off and she moved quickly. "Be right back," she told Summers as she dashed to David's side and turned him onto his stomach. She quickly put the cuffs around one wrist then the other, sliding them shut. "I'm going to get you free David. I promise."
She sat back and sighed. Finally... finally they have a chance to be free of this wicked spirit! She moved back into the bedroom and untied the detective's wrists. When freed, Summers started untying her own legs as Jessica moved back into the dining room with some of the rope. She quickly bound David's legs. He wasn't going anywhere now.
She stood, opened her bag, and pulled out another bottle, this one marked with a blackened cap, a small crucifix, and a small notepad.
"God I hope this works," she whispered, taking a quick look at Summers.
