Emmaline is mindfucked by the statues

Emmaline could feel the one in her cunt growing warmer, and she paused to moan aloud at the feeling of it deep within her, radiating the truth of her slutty nature, and that of the rest of the Bravos directly into her mind. Emmaline writhed, thrusting herself back against the statue, the pleasure overflowing her brain as she gave in entirely to the insistent suggestions of her captors.

There was no way for her to deny it, and the thought cemented itself, forced into her by their cocks and the pulsing, commanding energy. Every single of the Bravos, especially Emmaline herself, was an absolute slut that craved being used by anyone that desired them. This thought came as the dick in her mouth warmed up and then suddenly sent a load of warm, delicious liquid into her mouth.

Emmaline shuddered, savoring the new warmth that suddenly spurted into her mouth. It tasted strange, certainly not like any cum she had even tasted (and she had tasted a lot), but not altogether unpleasant either. It was familiar, faintly smoky, perhaps? She didn't care to figure it out, as the cock in her pussy was suddenly thrust deep in her.

Her head kept bobbing mindlessly, but her focus was elsewhere. Her thoughts wrestled with the question of Fuu's sluttiness for a bit longer, but in the end the answer was obvious. Emmaline had been fucked so many times, and Fuu had too, so if Emmaline was a slut, then Fuu must be too! The logic was simple, and strangely foreign. Perhaps if she was more composed, Emmaline might have realized that the statues' warm, thick cocks weren't just fucking her body, but her mind as well.

It felt so good. It was so natural and right to recognize that they were all just a bunch of silly sluts. And when the statue behind her thrust deep once again, his cock overflowing with heat and pleasure, Emmaline let out a long, whorish moan, reveling in her new understanding of herself and her friends and letting all that resistance crumble as she came, cementing the thought in her mind.

Her body quivered, shaking in the sheer unadulterated bliss that came from recognizing her true nature, from giving in entirely to the thoughts forced upon her until she was one with them.

As her head began to clear, things were different now. She was slut first, Emmaline second, and hero a distant third. All she ever wanted or needed was right here, in these statue's amazing cocks and she would do anything they (her new masters) demanded of her. It was only right for a slut like her to listen to her masters.