Donna comes back to the studio

Donna fished through her purse in search of her phone as she walked out of the studio. As she marched towards her car, she realized that it wasn't in there. She stood and thought about where she had been that she would have left it. She realized that she had put her phone down on the makeup table after texting Mark and she must have left it there. She let out a sigh and turned right back towards the studio to go and get it.

She walked back into the empty studio and made for her dressing room. As she approached her room, she heard a sound from Damien's office that made her pause. Moans. She hesitated, her heartbeat growing faster. She shouldn't eavesdrop but she couldn't help but be drawn towards the sound. She inched closer and she recognized the voice

Sarah.

Donna rounded the corner and her eyes widened at the sight before her: Sarah, completely naked and sprawled out underneath a completely naked Damien being completely railed, her ample breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy and her legs were wrapped around him, bringing him in deeper.

"Oh fuck yes," Sarah cried in a ragged breath, "Fuck me!"

Donna watched Damien thrust into Sarah and she her heart beat faster and a slight warmth within her. She had never seen a man command such power and strength. Maybe Mark could take some pointers. Wait a minute, you're not getting turned on watching them are you? she thought to herself as the clap of their bodies meeting echoed through her ears.

Sarah's eyes flew open, her eyes wild. "Fuck your Holy Father! Fuck your Holy Son! Fuck that whore the Virgin Mary!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the studio, "Fuck your heaven! Fuck your angels and your holy saints!" The words tumbled out of her, unlocking something deep within her. "Fuck your false virtue! Your hypocrisy! Your lies that keeps people living in fear!"

As Damien pounded into her, a wicked smile crossed Sarah's face. "Bless me Father," she cried, her voice carrying a sultry, husky tone, "For I will sinnnn...and sinnnn...and sinnnn agaiiiinnnn!" Each 'sin' was punctuated with another of his powerful thrusts and the sound of flesh on flesh.

Donna's breath hitched and her eyes widened with shock. She felt herself getting hotter underneath her clothes. She should look away but she found herself frozen in place, unable to look away. She felt a dampness between her legs as she watched Damien thrust into Sarah. She bit her lip as she saw Sarah shouted more blasphemies aimed at her former faith. Each blasphemy, each profanity reached something deep inside her. Hearing someone as pure and innocent as Sarah speak like that felt intoxicating despite how wrong it was. Or maybe it was because of it.

Damien's voice cut through the air, low and husky. "Give me your soul," he whispered, his voice like a lover.

Sarah's eyes widened but with excitement, not fear. "My soul?" she asked curiously.

He nodded, his gaze never leaving hers, "Yes Sarah," he answered, "Give me your soul and I'll make you a succubus. You'll know power and pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. You will never be judged or afraid ever again."

Sarah's breath hitched as she considered his words. There was a small, rational part of her that wanted her to stop but the pleasure that coursed through her as he pounded into her silenced it forever. With a ferocity that surprised even herself, Sarah gave her answer.

"Yes! Take my soul! Make me a succubus!"