An Agreement

"Jesus," was all Lily could manage to say as she looked at the photos on Ethan's phone. They were of her, or rather, her body, in positions she could never imagine herself willingly doing. She saw herself on her knees, her mouth stretched wide around Ethan's cock. She saw herself bent over, her ass in the air as Ethan fucked her from behind. She saw herself riding Ethan, her body slick with sweat, her face a mask of pleasure. It was all so surreal, so humiliating, so utterly wrong. But the worst part was that it was actually her face this time not Zach's ugly mug plastered on her body. Her eyes scanned the photos, taking in every detail, every expression on her face. Each one was a punch to her stomach, a knife twist to her heart. She could feel the shame, the self-disgust, the humiliation radiate from the images. The look of pure pleasure on her face, the complete and utter abandon in her eyes, the sheer depravity of it all.

How was it possible for Zach to control her to such a degree? To make her do things? Her body was a puppet and he was the puppeteers, pulling strings and making her dance to their sick and twisted tune. But not dance, no, it was so much worse. She'd become nothing more than a living breathing flesh light for them. Gone were her ambitions, her hopes, her dreams. All that remained of her was this...her tits and her pussy. Her voice, her scent, her taste. All reduced to mere tools for their pleasure.

She felt a wave of nausea rise in her throat as she **** herself to look away from the photos. She couldn't bear to see anymore. She couldn't stand the sight of herself, so utterly helpless and debased. What else had they made her do during her week long absence? It wasn't like they could just fuck the entire time. Although, it was admittedly a significant portion of it.

"What do you want?" Lily asked, her voice almost a plea.

"We just want you to keep your mouth shut about all of this. Emilia doesn't need to know what's been happening here. In fact, it's best if she never finds out," Ethan said in a slow but direct tone.

"Why would I do that! You've done nothing but humiliate me. You've used my body like a fucking toy! And now you want me to just sweep it all under the rug, pretend like it never happened? Keep it from my sister, your wife! Please fat chance!" Lily spat.

"Look Lily, think about it. What happens if you refuse? Do you really think Emilia will believe you? That Zach can possess people? She'll just think you're crazy, or worse, she'll think you're lying to get back at her," Ethan reasoned, his voice firm yet surprisingly sympathetic. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together in a show of earnestness. "And it will only get worse when Emilia demands to see my phone and see all of the evidence. It sure does look like you enjoyed yourself."

Lily flinched at Ethan's words, her mind racing with the implications. She knew he was right. Emilia would never believe that she hadn't been a willing participant. She could already see the disbelief in her sister's eyes, the hurt and betrayal. The thought of it made her stomach churn. She imagined Emilia's heart shattering into a million pieces, the trust they had built their entire lives together turning to dust. She couldn't do that to her sister. It was unthinkable. But to keep silent, to keep this secret buried deep within her, was it any better? She guessed she'd have to find out.

"Fine," she hissed, her voice thick with resignation. "I'll keep my mouth shut. But this fucked up shit has to stop. You cannot keep using me like this or staying in me for a whole fucking week. That's beyond fucked up," Lily said, voice shaking with anger.

"I agree, having Zach stay in you for a whole week was a bit ****. And we won't do that again," Ethan said. "But I'm not promising that Zach won't hop you again."

"So what? You think I'll just sit here and let you two keep fucking me whenever you feel like it? Fuck that," Lily shot back, her eyes flashing with defiance. She felt a surge of anger boil within her, the humiliation and helplessness she felt earlier replaced with a fierce determination. "You seem to forget that I can still tell Emilia. I can still ruin your perfect little marrage!"

"Okay, okay. Look, we'll do our best to not hop you," Ethan said, raising his hands in a placating gesture and for the first time Lily felt some amount of control.

"Well, this has been enlightening," Zach said highjacking Lily's mouth. "But I think it's time we wrap this up." Lily couldn't help but shutter, still not getting used to her body being occupied by more than one mind. Ethan nodded and stood up walking over to where the rest of his clothes were crumpled on the floor.

"Woah, hold up. Let's get a quickie before we roll out," Lily's mouth spoke with Zach's voice.

"Are you fucking seri-," Lily began but before she could finish she felt the same framiliar tingling in her mind as before. She felt her vision go white and then black. It was as if she had fallen into a deep, dark well and everything above her was fading. The weight of her body now felt like a distant memory. Becoming a ghost in her own body. The rage and frustration she felt vanishing as she sank deeper into the darkness.

"Sorry bro, forgot to put her back under," Zach said as he stood Lily's nude form up with a quick jump. Her chest jiggling with the sudden movement.

"You really want to go again?" Ethan asked.

"Nah, I was just messing with her. It's just so hot feeling her fight back in here. It's hard to explain," Zach said shaking his head as he walked over to pick up Lily's bathrobe.

"What ever dude, let's get out of here," Ethan said, buttoning the last button on his shirt.