The Detective is Affected

Detective Richards didn't know what was coming over him.

He had fled his desk for the washroom **** for some respite, but the feeling only got worse.

As he leaned before the bathroom sink after splashing water on his face he wondered if he had eaten anything weird. He hadn't had lunch yet today, only the bottle of water he got when dropping off that witness, and a bagel and a couple cups of coffee.

He gasped as he shuddered, uncontrollable, an indescribable pleasure shivering up his back. It was worse than before.

Standing up he composed himself as best he could, his mind felt fuzzy, he was finding increasingly harder to keep his thoughts straight, and as he stepped back out into the hall he awkwardly adjusted the increasingly sensitive bulge in his pants.

Could that girl have done something to him? Staggering down a hall back towards the cell block he felt flush, his composure was slipping as he looked around to see if anyone could see him. Glancing at his watch he ducked into the orientation room, it wasn’t booked for another half hour.

As he closed the door glancing to see the shades were drawn he slunk to the floor, eyes closed sighing in relief as a gasp and moan escaped him as more pleasure seemed to cascade through him.

What was that? The thought jumped him into full alarm mode, launching him to his feet his eyes sweeping the room to behold the two female officers he had failed to notice, one had her hand atop a half full pitcher at one the of the tables, as the other rose up from seemingly pouring another pitcher down a floor drain.

Something seemed odd, but beyond the pitchers he couldn't place it.

Detective Richards gasped in pleasure, his knees giving out on him suddenly.

Karen turned and smiled at Preston, "I think we have a solution."

Preston cupped her breast, like Karen she could sense the Idol's actions. It amused her what was going on here, this poor male had no idea what the sensation of all those increasingly lurid jail sluts was. All he knew was he was becoming increasingly overwhelmed with desire and pleasures he didn't know.

"Are you feeling okay?" Preston asked Detective Richards, as she stepped over to him her hand brushed down the front of her shirt, the buttons seemingly coming undone as it crossed over them. As she bent over before the detective her now C cup breasts dangled free tantalizingly from beneath the simulated shirt.

Glancing past the detective, Preston watched as Karen secured the door. They both could feel the sexual energy surging back and forth as it pooled amongst various individuals, it made them hunger for a taste as they smelled the arousal off of the detective.

Detective Richards shook his head and tried to avert his gaze from the open uniform blouse before him, the temptation growing in his mind as surges of the pooled sexual energy crashed through him like storm powered waves cascading upon a shore.

“We can make you feel better.” The voice dripped with seduction and promise, Detective Richards gazing up to the naked form of its source.

Karen stood proudly naked, the illusion of her uniform absorbed beneath the naked veneer her liquid form presented in place of a glamour.

“In turn, I’m sure you can help us.” Preston added parting her shirt and pressing her breasts together in her palms.

Since leaving Judy to have her way in the change room, Preston and Karen had set about the spread of the Idol's influence. Initially appearing slightly obese as they left the change room laden with corrupted water. As they dumped pitchers of coffee or water they used their volumes to replace them, their bodies slimming, then shrinking. Karen increasingly felt like a stick, the loss of her cleavage, as well as height a necessary step to enable this place to erupt sexually. But now they had an isolated person, someone to help them replenish their forms.

Detective Richards fought hard resisting the growing sexual primal urges. “Nnno.. I… I can't.” He stuttered, something was wrong. He stared down at the floor trying to assemble some coherent thoughts as he groaned in pleasure again as he was overwhelmed by the empathic link created by the Idol through the water bottles Amanda masturbated with.

Looking at one another the water nymphs knew what they were to do. Karen casually stepped behind the Detective as Preston's clothes rippled away beneath her flawless complexion.

As the Detective muttered in a barely coherently manner they struck.

Karen dropped down to her knees behind him as Preston grabbed his shoulder and flung him back into Karen's waiting arms. Before he could react he found his lap occupied by the spread legs of Preston, her hands taking hold of his cheeks as Karen entangled his arms.

“We aren’t going to beg, or wait for you.” Preston commanded before kissing the shocked Detective deeply.

As her lips pressed against his, he felt his body relax in unexpected pleasurable surrender. Karen nibbled along his nape, gradually releasing his arms as he failed to resist their advances.

As Detective Richards began reciprocating Preston’s kiss he released a pleased moan as he felt his pants undone, his cock being freed by Karen's hands.

As he closed his eyes he found himself alone and naked, incoherent whispers all around. Out of the darkness Karen and Preston emerged.

“Show us what ails you.” Karen entreated laying a hand on his shoulder and stepping around him, new shapes taking form from the darkness as Detective Richards collapsed to the floor in unbelievable pleasure, his empathic linked strengthened by the Pools psychic link.

“Isn’t she delicious.” Preston remarked as she and Karen encircled the fair skinned red head, her corrupted uniform now clung to her as an elaborate corset, her hands clenched her chairs arms, she gasped in line with the thrusts of what remained of the twisted water bottle between her legs.

It had swollen in size, its girth and length seemed to swell with each additional thrust. It held itself in place with tendrils entwined around Amanda's legs. With each thrust it fed off of Amanda, the Idol had corrupted it into serving a purpose beyond growing the pool of sexual energies. With each thrust it drew any remnant of resistance, restraint, and morality that might remain. As her own being became increasingly deprived it fed through the empathic link to her inmates, relishing the sinful souls sparse character traits for it to feed upon.

“Looks like she needs you almost as much as we do.” Karen remarked, remembering looking up at Amanda after her demonic baptism. She enjoyed seeing how the corruption was progressing on Amanda, she looked forward to seeing Amanda join in their new existence under the Idol.

As Amanda cried out in climax numerous moans answered back, as Detective Richards groaned in pleasure Preston glanced back at him, thinking of the visions from her corruption and how erotic it was seeing the human form embraced and reforged into a new carnal existence.

Karen and Preston smiled as they stepped past Amanda watching as the various cell occupants took shape.

Two nearly naked girls were tackling a third in a fishnet top, their kissing and saliva slowly exposing her to their growing pool of pleasure.

Another scene had a girl with a very prominent ponytail perched atop the face of a lithe girl eating her out, in turn another girl with remnants of a dress clinging to her midsection delved deep between their legs.

All while a third girl was grinding herself into the floor, **** to find some relief to the sexual tension building up inside her as she drowned in the pooling pleasure amongst the inmates. Her clothes had been shed, her pale skin a backdrop for the inky tapestry of a multitude of sex scenes.

Gazing amongst the pleasure enthralled crowd Karen and Preston smiled to each other before looking back at the now crippled Detective as he mindlessly and aggressively stroked his raging hard on. They had options and opportunities here, while also needing to spread the Idol's influence. This was after all, only the first of many stations to indoctrinate.

"No wonder you're so tormented, you don't have a pussy to recognize all these pleasures." Karen remarked stepping towards the Detective as he poured his own bodies foreign pleasures into the mix of women empathically linked to him.