They Take a Look at What Ails The Detective

Crouching in front of Detective Richards Karen smiled broadly as she watched him start vigorously masturbating to the various women and their sexual engagements around him. The pleasure he was feeling was beginning to feel right, like it made sense.

His cock began to swell in girth and grow in length. He struggled to his feet and walked over to Amanda presenting his cock to the officer as her uniform pushed her further along it’s path to joining the Idol's legions.

As Amanda failed to respond he went to the first cell. He could feel the urge and need to cum but something was resisting his desire to unload his cum across the oldest hookers in the cell. She had just ripped her clothes free of her body, her younger counterparts beginning to crawl all over her.

Crystal and Annie each took one of Lorie's nipples in their mouths as they began to finger her together, the trio moaned together exquisitely relishing the added sensation to their already overwhelming poor of lust, pleasure and desire.

As Lorie began to come around to her two formerly unwelcome assailants she began moaning for them to reposition where she could finger them back and in turn add to the sensation compounding all their pussies.

Pressing his cock through the bars he desired their attentions, he sought to join with them as he was bombarded by their growing pleasures.

Glancing over at the incarnation of the second cell Detective Richard's got excited by the idea of adding his cock to the chain of oral sex centered on his witness.

Chloe had one hand between her legs fingering herself, **** to add to all the other sensations tearing at her body. Victoria groped herself with one hand, while fingering into Olivia as she ate out the pussy parked over top of her face.

Olivia stared up, rubbing her clit and fondling herself. "YES!" She screamed allowed, "MORE!" She ordered aloud to her gasping and moaning cell mates and beyond. Olivia screamed out eager to receive more pleasure, her uninhibited mind sensing even greater pleasure and something greater coming.

Stroking his cock ever harder and desperately he turned to the sole occupant of cell 3. She withered in mindless pleasure, her skin a tapestry of sexual acts that would arouse the most inert sex drives. As he stroked his cock gazing down at her he swore he could see the figures moving, changing. Intermingling.

Unlike the other occupants of the empathic pool she could sense the psychic viewers. She gasped as her mind became aware of Karen and Preston, her back arched as she screamed in orgasm at the corruption of them ripping through her mind. As she ran her hands across her body they seemed to hover over the representations of the nymph's births into the Idol's ranks, as she focused on them specifically she felt herself linking into their psychic pool where she beheld the detective masturbating.

Gazing at his hardened shaft she rolled and writhered in pleasure. She yearned to touch it physically, her body hungered for touch, any touch. All the pleasures, lusts, desires, and corruptions dancing across her skin driving her mad as her body felt it and yearned for the real physicality of all those sexual depravities.

“Do you want to stay here?” Karen asked coming behind the Detective and running her hands across his body. She stared at Laura, sensing the woman's awareness of their spying on her. She could sense the Idol's penalty upon her and resisted laughing. This woman was marked as beneath being worthy of any of the Idol's creations laying with. Her only hope at physical pleasure was to make contact with souls before the Idol consumed them.

There wasn't much Karen could imagine not fucking.

Preston couldn’t help but be amused by the erosion of these tethered souls. She and Karen would gladly take the detective’s soul and begin the cascade of all these people joining their ranks, but they had bigger priorities than converting a scattered assembly of linked souls.

“Do you want to give yourself to me?” Karen asked obstructing Detective Richard's masturbation with a hand clamped around his cock.

He nodded an excited yes, reaching out to grab the nymph. As his hands went to touch her she vanished, Preston blew a kiss as she too disappeared leaving the Detective trapped in their realm to watch the souls he was linked with, each be corrupted and in turn consumed by the Idol. For his body was no longer his.

In the orientation room Karen and Preston happily felt up their restored forms. Their skins rippling as their uniforms restored themselves.

Detective Richard’s body rippled slightly as Karen reached into its now liquid form and drew a light out of it into her body.

“Use what’s left of him to fill the water coolers. I'll go let Judy know things are in place.” Karen commanded pausing for a moment to ensure her body was concealing the dull glow of the soul being held within.

Preston touched the mindless thrall that had been the body of Detective Richard's and lead it from the room. She eagerly awaited the next shifts patrol orientation. They would be the ignition point for this whole station and beyond falling. Glancing at the time she saw she had 10 minutes until it started.

Stopping in the break room Preston opened the valve on the ¾ empty water cooler. As it began to pour out the thrall's hand covered the spout and began to back fill up it quickly. Air bubbled out through his hand as his bodies build slimmed, and shortened.

Looking at how much volume was lost Preston smiled to herself, she wondered if there might be enough left for the buildings humidifiers when they were done with the water coolers.