Off the rails

Sarah’s POV

A few weeks had passed since Sarah’s pregnancy confession.

Her symptoms had grown stronger. The nausea was still present in the mornings, and the fatigue left her drained by the end of her shifts. She continued working at the precinct on probation, but her mind was increasingly split between her job, her growing belly, and the hope that Alex’s connections might help her find her sister.

Alex continued playing the supportive boyfriend. He took her on drives around the city, always under the pretense of helping her investigation. Sarah was starting to enjoy those outings more than she admitted. The power she felt when questioning people was intoxicating. She told herself it was for justice, but a darker part of her was beginning to crave the control.

One evening, Alex drove her to a quiet part of the city. Sarah spotted a young woman walking alone on the street. She believed the woman was connected to the group.

“Stop the car,” Sarah said. “I want to question her.”

Alex pulled over. “Be careful. I will wait nearby.”

Sarah stepped out of the car and approached the woman in the dimly lit street. The woman looked confused when Sarah confronted her.

“Tell me what you know about the disappearances,” Sarah demanded, her voice firm. “Tell me about the group.”

The woman looked genuinely confused. “I… I do not know what you are talking about. I am just walking home.”

Sarah’s frustration built quickly. The pregnancy hormones, the stress, the months of dead ends. It all came crashing down. She stepped forward and slapped the woman hard across the face.

The sound echoed in the quiet street.

The woman’s head snapped to the side. A red mark bloomed on her cheek. She looked shocked and scared, holding her face.

Sarah felt a dark thrill run through her. The power. The control. She immediately grabbed the woman by the hair and forced her to stare straight at her.

“Look at me,” Sarah ordered, her voice low and commanding. “Do not look away.”

She reached down and slapped the woman’s breast, watching it jiggle. The woman gasped in shock. Sarah slapped the other breast, then pinched and twisted her nipples roughly. The woman whimpered, tears in her eyes.

Sarah leaned in close. The woman, thinking she was going to kiss her, leaned forward to reciprocate. Sarah bit her lower lip hard, tugging on it with her teeth before letting go.

“All you filthy whores working for the group are so horny and eager,” Sarah hissed. “It disgusts me.”

She turned the woman around, pinned her against the wall, pulled her skirt up, and began slapping her ass hard. The sound echoed. The woman’s ass reddened beautifully with each slap. Sarah spanked her again and again, alternating cheeks, enjoying the way the woman cried out and tried to squirm away while being forced to maintain eye contact.

Sarah felt a powerful rush. The control was intoxicating.

Alex’s POV

Later that night, back at home, Sarah was still buzzing from the interrogation. She was horny and restless. Alex decided it was time to test how deep her corruption had gone.

He sat her down on the couch and used the trigger word.

“Velvet.”

Sarah’s eyes glazed over instantly. She fell into a deep trance, completely obedient.

Alex spoke calmly. “Sarah, tell me honestly. What do you think you are doing when you question those girls? Do you enjoy dominating them?”

Sarah’s voice was flat but honest. “I enjoy the power. It feels good to make them submit. I like hurting them a little. It turns me on.”

Alex continued. “I have something to confess. I work for the group. I have been helping them recruit and train girls. I met your sister. And she fucked me j til i cum in her. She is one of the founders. She is a huge whore. She helps break girls like you.”

As Alex confessed everything he felt guilty about, the girls he had helped corrupt, the lies he had told her, the deals he had made, Sarah’s hands moved subconsciously. She began massaging her breasts, squeezing them through her shirt, then slid one hand down to rub her clit slowly.

“I understand why you do it,” Sarah said in her trance state. “I enjoy corrupting girls too. But I feel betrayed that you kept it from me. And that you fucked my sister. Am i a better fuck or do you prefer her?”

Alex watched her touching herself while she spoke. He waited a moment, then released her from the trance.

“Awake.”

Sarah blinked, her eyes clearing. She had no memory of the conversation. But she was still incredibly horny. Her hand was still between her legs, rubbing her clit. She looked at Alex with heavy-lidded eyes, breathing fast.

“I need you,” she whispered, pulling him toward her.

Alex smiled darkly as he leaned in to kiss her.