A week later

A week later we went back to the apartment for another gathering. The daily hypnosis sessions had made both of us even more receptive and eager. Sylvie wore an extremely short black dress with nothing underneath. I was nervous but excited, my cock already half-hard just thinking about what might happen tonight.

Emily greeted us at the door with a knowing smile. She kissed Sylvie deeply on the lips, then gave me a long, passionate kiss as well. The party had about a dozen people, all dressed provocatively, with a heavy sexual energy filling the air. Music played softly in the background and the lights were dim.

The evening started with Sylvie being passed around. Marcus and another man immediately took her to the large couch. They fingered her openly while she sucked their cocks, moaning loudly. Sylvie looked over at me with hazy, lust-filled eyes as they used her, her body already trembling with pleasure.

Emily pulled me aside and led me to the same bedroom as before. This time she left the door slightly open and turned on a large TV mounted on the wall. She connected it to a camera feed so Sylvie could watch everything happening in the bedroom in real time.

Emily stripped me quickly and pushed me onto the bed. “You missed my pussy, didn’t you?” she moaned loudly as she climbed on top of me and sank down onto my cock. She rode me hard and fast, her tits bouncing as she cried out. “Fuck me, Alex! Fill your fiancée’s friend while that pathetic cheating whore Sylvie gets used next door like the **** slut she is!”

I thrust up into her, groaning. Emily was loud and filthy, moaning my name and degrading Sylvie at the same time. “Your fiancée is such a loose, ruined cumdump, letting strangers finger her and fuck her while you’re in here stretching my tight pussy. Bet she’s dripping everywhere out there like the public toy she’s become.”

She kept going, riding me harder. “Sylvie is out there getting passed around like cheap meat and you’re pumping load after load into me. You like that, don’t you? Fucking me while your future wife is a brainwashed whore for the group?”

Her loud, degrading moans pushed me over the edge. I came hard inside her while she screamed through her own orgasm. Emily didn’t stop there. She kept grinding on me, milking every drop, then turned around and rode me reverse cowgirl so I could see the TV screen. On it I could see Sylvie on all fours getting fucked hard by Marcus, her face contorted in pleasure while she stared at the feed of me and Emily.

Emily laughed breathlessly. “Look at her. She’s watching you cum inside me right now. What a perfect little cuckquean she’s turning into.”

I came a second time deep inside Emily while watching Sylvie get used on the screen. When we finally came out of the bedroom, Sylvie was on all fours getting fucked by Marcus. Cum was already leaking down her thighs. She had clearly been watching us on the TV the whole time. She looked over at me with a mix of pleasure, jealousy, and deep submission. Emily kissed me again right in front of her, letting Sylvie see my cum still dripping from her.

Later that night, back at home, Sylvie pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me in a sixty-nine position. She lowered her cum-filled pussy onto my face while taking my cock into her mouth. As I ate her out, tasting the mix of her and Marcus’s cum, she sucked me slowly and deeply.

Between licks she whispered, “I came so many times watching Emily fuck you and call me a whore. I hope you still like my pussy more than hers…”

I held her hips and ate her eagerly while she moaned around my cock. The corruption felt complete now.