Recovery

When sanity returned to you, it was followed by an avalanche of guilt. This was not right, you were not in your right mind. Someone had bewitched Stacy and yourself, it tore at you and you felt as if you had walked into some kind of horrible trap. The only problem was that you didn’t know what kind of trap.

Stacy lay breathing heavily her sweat glistened breasts rising and falling with each laboured intake of air. Another pang of guilt came to you. She was not in her right mind when she came to you, and was as much a victim here. But who would have done this to her? The whole thing gave you a foreboding feeling.

With a sigh, you sat up and went about dressing. Once that was done, you did the same for Stacy, noting with another sting of regret the cum that leaked from her freshly fucked cunt. You prayed she was using protection.

Her eyes fluttered open, as you went about gathering her clothes and bringing them over, a look of weary confusion on her face. “What?” She blinked and looked about, her eyes growing frantic, “we…oh, shit,” her hands went to her temples, “I can’t believe we did this. I’m such a fucking slut…”

You handed her clothes over, then asked. “What happened to you Stacy? What brought this on?”

“I don’t know,” she said, getting dressed, “it’s like I’ve gone the whole day in a weird daze, like I was high and all I could think about was you…”

“What’s the last clear thing you remember?”

She paused in her movements and had to think. “I had breakfast with my parents, my dad made scrambled eggs,” she shrugged, “ I don’t know, I mean, I had a lot of coffee this morning but that’s nothing unusual.”

You were starting to suspect that Mayor Chapman had **** his daughter, but you couldn’t understand why, and to what end. Could the man be really so vile to use his daughter this way? Another thought came to you, the subliminal urge to breed. You had a bad feeling about this, and about what Chapman might have in store.

“Hey,” Stacy said, “keep this to yourself. Don’t go bragging or anything.”

“I won’t,” you replied, mind far away.

You left the room in a hurry and then made your way home, a storm was on its way and you needed to prepare.