Karen Awaits

Karen fidgeted with the collar of her uniform shirt, basking in the torturous pleasure and increasingly tormented sensations of the soul trapped within her. She was in no rush to consume Detective Richards and release him from the torment of the damnation she had brought down upon him.

“Mmmmm….” Karen moaned as if enjoying a delectable treat shaking her head as she sensed the births of her new kindred spirits in the nearby cell block. Licking a lip she glanced at the time, pent up with anticipation of the sorrow she was going to have the soul within her endure as he would be **** to watch so many souls fall before him, because of him. Many of which were to be elevated into the thrall of the Idol.

Officers started meandering in, some going through notes, others milling about in idle banter. Karen licked her lips sizing up the buffet of souls, to say the number of women in the room was sparse would be sugar coating it. Not that Karen wasn't excited by the idea of a literal gangbang, the idea of holding all these souls hostage, unable to cum until the last soul was offered up, erupting a bukkake of emergent demons or souls to empower the Idol. Karen barely suppressed a luscious moan at the thought, she would be feeling wet at the idea, except for the fact she was now composed of liquid.

“Don't you remember your human resources training? Thoughts that racy aren't safe for work.” The quip came from Jonas, Karen smiled. Such an innocent rookie, something she'd soon help fix.

“Last I checked we weren't allowed to police peoples thoughts. But you're welcome to try policing mine. I assure you, they're downright criminal.” Karen flirtatiously responded with a grin and a wink. Giggling to herself Karen walked away and sat down at the center of a row of tables, delighted to see some of the guys doing double takes as they sipped the water put out for the briefing.

Detective Richard's felt desperately isolated. Abandoned in a dark oblivion as slowly one after the other the windows through which he saw, and felt the women of the cell block fall to the Idol. He felt remorse, disdain, and repulsion as he continued to find himself unbelievable aroused. As each woman, supposedly in the safety of police custody gave up their soul. He felt like they stared at him in hate before his window in on their actions vanished.

The hardest was watching the punk in cell 3 vanish, being roughly abused by the former women until she begged forgiveness.

Things just went dark after that. Detective Richards knew not where he was, how he got here, or how he would live with himself knowing what happened to those inmates, that witness of his. She might have been safe all alone, but he chose to try scaring her.

Crumpling over he held himself up on all fours, trying to fight the sexual hunger and its urges from overcoming him. As his cock head brushed lightly over the floor he fought the urge to grind his cock downwards, struggling to find his will and resolution to resist.

Slowly the darkness came alive with whispers, at first faint incoherent sounds, slowly becoming more audible. Each one conveying a new dark perverse thought. Finally looking up Richards froze in shock.

He was in the briefing room. He tried to look around but couldn't. His head slowly turned to the left as someone sat down. Detective Richards dropped his jaw as the whisper taunted his ears.

“I wonder what his cock will feel like when we're done.” Soon Richards realized he was sitting in the back seat of whatever evil possessed him. Their thoughts circling him and conveying its plans to do to the room of cops what he just saw done to the cell block.

God that is… What am I doing thinking about this? Detective Richards struggled to warn them, don't touch the water! Flee the building! Evil is REAL!

“And we've come for their souls.” The darkness echoed back mockingly as the Sargent arrived to deliver his briefing.

With a sudden kafuffle, the briefing room door opened provoking dread to fill Detective Richards as he saw who walked in.