Reluctantly, She Doesn't

Lydia felt a short moment of remorse at not having more will to resist, at how she just weakly, somewhat enthusiastically just nodded yes rapidly in silent surrender.

But then they started cumming. First Karl, then Abe, Lydia falling back against the wall her daughter was being fucked against the other side of. Lydia twitched and spasmed, eyes rolled back as her mind was hit with the idea the brother had cum to.

Lydia spitroasted between them receiving their seed. As their climaxes subsided and the brothers passed out into proper sleep Lydia felt herself whisked away.

Sarah and Trevor finally came, both with eyes clenched shut imagining themselves in the midst of the orgy still fucking alongside everyone else. The energy of their orgasming together floored Lydia, leaving her craving for the next experience knowingly inevitable experience.

Mandy was imagining being fucked on stage at work, before the usual perverts, tits in hand being held up as she bounced atop some strangers cock watching as the front row stood, jerking off to her performance. Mei’s own cries of pleasure from the next room of their shared apartment inspiring Mandy to imagine her roommate there in the front row of perv’s alley just being used.

Mei meanwhile was stuck transfixed while fingering herself on one memory. She and her boyfriend had just barely squeezed on the train home, and his hand spent the train ride teasingly brushing her crotch.

Now though her thoughts didn’t think of him. He was replaced, as most of the train riders were. Assorted figures from the sex fantasy watching as she was man handled, stripped, and exploited. Mei cried out in pleasure thinking about making out passionately with Lydia, bent over before the seated woman while being fucked from behind.

Lydia felt something strangely refreshing as she was drawn into the apex of Jeb and Dorothy’s love making. They were not merely enthralled by the desire and pleasure of the others, but the erosion of the entropy upon their elderly forms. They felt truly alleviated of the entropy of their long years upon the Earth.

Unlike the others Lydia had felt under the Idol’s influence yearning, and heavily wanton for the climax and relief of cumming to arrive. Jeb and Dorothy wanted nothing more, then to be cusped here, on the eternal verge of cumming.

Almost afraid for it to pass behind them like so many years happily together.

Lydia felt a strange weight upon herself as the couple clung to their orgasmic apex, the sensation savoured like a long needed drink, its passing languishing the souls in its wake, and Lydia with the knowledge that if she resisted less, she could return them to this state with ease.

Stella tossed and turned, toying with herself, craven for a more thorough and proper penetration. She questioned if she’d finally snapped over how long it had been since she’d last been sexually active. Screaming into her pillow about how eager she would be to just be fucked, wandering thoughts about being ravaged by more than one man, or person… Questions if that could revert her back to her cautious approach to not getting pregnant.

The raw sexual hunger with which she acted stirred the rising perversions within Lydia’s corrupting mind. The idea that someone so desperately reserved out of fear had broken so completely, not out of resolution or stubbornness, but pure need from their own neglect.

Lydia felt herself physically tremble as the Idol gave her insights into Stella’s thoughts questioning if she could ever stop, ****, much like Lydia not just for her own pleasure, but to be the object that gets others off.

As such her fantasy climaxed not just with her pussy filled, her **** panting for breath after swallowing, but load, after load of cum spurting and spilling atop her skin by countless unknown partners. Feeling the apex of their pleasure warm and dampen her skin as it slowly wove a path across her smooth skin.

Stella shivered in her bed as the orgasm passed and the fantasy was released. Her only coherent thought a question about getting a proper sex toy.

Lydia pleaded for no more, as she felt as if her body, her mind couldn’t endure the immersion in yet another of the people she was now fully aware the Idol was not just influencing, but had taken hold of.

All done as she knew she couldn’t bear for it to stop…

Daniella….

Billy and Ruth… Their son Mike… and more.

Each another stake laying claim to Lydia’s mind and body as she trembled, quaked, and gave up even considering keeping track of the orgasms.

So inundated was Lydia with all the experiences, sensations, and pleasure she was completely incapable of resisting the feedback loop of the final release.

There was no longer any hesitation, any question, or resistance as Lydia simply felt enthralled into the pleasure of the last people touched by the Idol’s influence to come.

So enthralled was Lydia that she moaned incoherently, her words carrying through the wall to her daughter in such a way Mary wasn’t sure if they were words, or simply her ears making some strange message out of the sound of her animalistic cries of pleasure.

As Mary continued to be fucked against the wall she began to think of her mother watching her through it, seeing how much of a tramp a simple dream had made her. She could almost imagine her mother there, masturbating. Trying to get off to watching her own daughter get railed by the only man in the apartment.

It made Mary feel dirty, any thought about how dirty it made her affirmed by some faint lewd voice within her head. Prodding her on, coaching, and encouraging her enthusiasm.

“OH FUCK ME MARK!” Mary declared, giggling between pants as her boyfriend grunted and jammed harder into her depth.

“Harder…” Mary panted, “Faster…” She chuffed… “Make us cum screaming together…” Mary threw her hair about wildly, questioning how the lewd voice inside her head was expressing itself so brazenly aloud.

“What… about… yer… mother…” Mark grunted, feeling himself on the cusp of cumming, himself too plagued by thoughts of Lydia watching them, getting off… Thoughts that excited him, but he tried to acknowledge mentally he shouldn’t be having.

“Fuck… her…” Mary grunted staring forward at the wall between their rooms. Mary tried to shake her head no as the idea and thought of Mark fucking her Mother took center stage in her mind. She felt the slightest bit of hesitation as she next words slipped her lips. “Let her know… how… fucking… good… this is…”

Lydia, Mary, and Mark cried out in orgasmic climax together.

Mary slumped down the wall slowly, collapsing onto her bed quivering in pleasure next to a flopped over in exhaustion Mark. Mary questioned what she had done, wondered what, if any repercussions there might be.

All while worrying she regretted none of it. As a thought from deep within wished her mother had actually been there, watching masturbating.

Lydia shivered in the aftershock of the pleasure, staring at the pulsing bright red glow of the Idol illuminating her room. She trembled and quaked in warm, sweaty pleasure, feeling like little more than a ragdoll in the wake of so much desire, lust, and pleasure. She thought cravenly about wanting more, to actually be touched, or fucked. How she would struggled to even be **** should anyone walk in and try to use her.

For that was how she was to be used.

As sleep overtook Lydia’s body her mind found itself bound on a rack.

“Oh goody, you’re finally, finally here." The voice sounded all too familiar, the echo of a thousand second guessing thoughts from Lydia’s mind, yet boldly more confident, enthusiastic, and alluring.

Lydia tried to ask a question, suddenly aware of the ball gag in her mouth, the tight hold of a cupless corset around her torso over which the top her breasts spilled free.

“No need to talk dear.” The voice remarked, the resounding clack of long heels upon the stone floor heralding the approach from behind of the strangely familiar feeling mysterious figure.

The clack of the heels resonated against the echo of the visions of pleasure of those who had been her with her. The collision of flesh, the groans of the pleasure.

A glance around revealing little more beyond the suggestive movement of shadowy figures beyond the spotlight she was bound within.

“I already know what you’re thinking, and I…” Lydia tried to gasp around the gag as her chin was lifted, and her neck seductively kissed from behind. As the face slowly came around into view, Lydia marveled at the youth and beauty of the strangely all too familiar face as it bent around to make eye contact from behind, her hands roaming down the restrained Lydia’s body.

The giggle was playful, yet unsettling. “I’ve been given some freedom, to remind us about everything on offer.” With a gasp and a shudder Lydia struggled as fingers and nails teased upon her skin.

Cleavage was cupped, massaged, and squeezed methodically out to her nipples, fingers pinching and toying with their erect tips, massaging and spreading the small glistening moisture that emerged from them.

The clack of the heels echoed out, hands parting ways with Lydia’s flesh as the figure stepped around her, past her parading it’s full figure into view.

Glistening dark brown hair tied up into a high ponytail, arching down from it’s banding atop the head as if a cat o’nine tails ready to whip. Bare, fair and flawless skin contoured elegantly down the neck across bare lean shoulders, and a low cut leather backed corset that seemed to sink into the contours of the small of the back of its bearer, cresting up and over elegantly flared hips, and a perfectly shaped bare ass that rippled elegantly with each step.

Lydia swallowed, unable to look away as envy, desire, and vanity kept her engrossed as the figure slowly turned and posed as if performing a turn on a cat walk, before slowly strutting back up to Lydia secured upon the rack.

“This is all that’s on offer.” Lydia’s idolized form seemed to taunt, her own breasts hanging free from the corset accentuating her curves, as whispered undertones seem to echo the sentence with, “and more…”

“Sshh… shhh…. Sshhh…” The figure hushed Lydia almost in advance of Lydia trying to make any sound through the gag muffling her mouth.

“Its not just the body, the appearance, the allure on offer.” Lydia went stiff with sudden exclamation, her body trembling against its restraints as the figure before her ever so slightly brushed a knuckles between Lydia’s parted legs.

The woman’s finger danced a nail through moistened lips, and smoothly across a swollen and engorged clit, before seeming to pirouette and rub back down, the finger tip smoothly slipping between juicy pussy lips and toying with Lydia’s entrance.

“Such pleasure.” Lydia’s ideal doppelganger remarked toyingly before her eyes coldly gazed deep into Lydia’s own, her irises appearing super dilated as she smiled with ownership upon Lydia’s struggling restrained form.

“You don’t need to say anything. All you need is just to want.” Lydia squirmed as her doppelganger played slowly, perfectly with her, strumming the pussy with the elegance of a musician tuning an instrument before recital. "Want, and to be USED..."

A second hand cupped, and massaged a breast, Lydia suddenly growing aware, and delighting in the weight, and the pleasure of its pressure extruding from the tit as it was pawed at along side the toying of her clit.

Lydia clenched her eyes shut, pulling against her restraints, wanting to be freed from them, yet sensing fearfully wanting them to hold her tighter, secure, and safe from just what Lydia could do if unbound.

As Lydia felt the lips latch, the tongue circle, and the pull of suction on her other breast orgasm sparked. Lydia shook, and quaked. The electric surge cascading like a chain reaction of explosions throughout her body until it stiffened, then fell limp.

As Lydia regained sense within the dream realm, and her heavily lidded eyes slowly opened there before her she saw the dark rusty locks, draping down across the sides of an obscured face now suckling upon the pussy of her doppelganger standing before her.

Lydia lazily watched, her body hanging limp upon the restraints like a puppet left hanging after it’s performance as the red hair was clenched, it’s head held tight as the view resonated with the orgasm Lydia had just felt, the girls mouth in place of the finger that had been upon her pussy.

As Lydia watched her ideal body convulse in orgasm, she could see the strands of pussy juice break as the naked red head’s face pulled away from the pussy, fingers diligently guiding bodily fluids from skin to mouth.

As her doppelganger regained composure she smiled knowingly upon her audience of Lydia, guiding the red head to gaze upon the bound form.

“You just have to accept it.”