Breaking bad?

Syd turned her attention now to Nancy. "You need to join us willingly. I don't know what Carlene's training might involve, but do you really want to go through it?" She got down on her knees and crawled between Nancy's legs, gently spreading them apart. "I know you want me. Look how wet your pussy hair is. I'll tell you a little secret, my little Latino love muffin, I've always wanted you too. I tried not to make it so noticeable because of Patrick and Izzy. But now we have a chance to be together." She stuck her nose between Nancy's thighs and inhaled deeply. "Mmmm!" she moaned. "You smell delicious!" She removed the panties from Nancy's mouth. "So what's it gonna be, Nance?"

"Syd, you're not thinking clearly! This is insane! We're supposed to be the good guys!" exclaimed Nancy.

"Good guys?" scoffed Carlene. "You weren't that good when you committed all those robberies with Dante Sherman. I know all about you. Your husband Patrick had me investigate you and your ties to Sherman. He doesn't know everything, nor does he have to know. You can still keep your little family and have us at the same time."

Nancy was silent. If Carlene knew all this, she could probably piece together what happened to her mother. This was bad. Very bad. She'd spent her life protecting Nico. She'd have to do it again. This time out of fear of Carlene. "What is it you want from me?" she sighed.

"Your obedience," said Carlene without hesitation. "You do as we say, and you'll have a good life. But to make sure, I still think I should train you."

"You have enough on me," Nancy responded. "I don't need training."

"You agree to everything? Even being made pregnant by Warren for Syd?"

How was Nancy going to explain a pregnancy to Patrick? She shook her head. "I don't think I can do that."

"You can and you will!" Carlene shot back. "This is why you still need to be trained. You will submit to carrying Syd's baby!"

"I don't know how I'd explain it to Patrick!" Nancy's voice sounded whiny. "I don't know how I'll explain any of it! Please, I can't do this to Patrick. He'll divorce me."

"It's either him or me, Nance," said Syd. She stuck a finger inside Nancy's primed and ready pussy, causing her to gasp. Syd could feel Nancy's vaginal muscles tighten against her finger. "Seems you want my finger in there. Wait until you feel what my tongue can do."