He doesn't like rude people

Lila suddenly shrugged the man’s hand off her head with an annoyed jerk.

“Dude not cool,” she said, voice full of attitude. “Don’t pet me. I may be in a chick’s body but don’t treat me like one.”

The Purple Devil laughed, a deep rolling sound that echoed through the church. He grabbed Lila by the shoulders and smoothly switched places with her. Now she stood directly in front of Zachery and his bouncing mother while he moved to the side.

“I know dude, my bad,” the hypnotist said charmingly, like he was talking to an old friend. “But hey, wouldn’t you want to test out your new hardware?”

Lila looked down at Zachery and Elly. How Elly was bouncing steadily on his cock, moaning softly with every bounce. Lila’s face twisted with clear disgust.

“I ain’t gay my man,” she said. “I ain’t getting fucked by some retard.”

It hurt Zachery to hear Lila speak like that about him. The words cut deep, even though he knew she wasn’t herself right now. This wasn’t the sweet girl he had crushed on for over a year. This was someone else wearing her skin and using her voice, all because of that man.

“Oh no no, surely not,” the Purple Devil replied smoothly. “But this upstanding young man seems to be using only one side of this premium pussy meat right now. Wouldn’t you want her lovely mouth on your brand new pussy for a ‘test drive’?”

He grabbed Elly’s face with one hand and tilted it toward Lila, forcing her to look. Lila’s expression changed. She looked Elly’s body up and down, eyes lingering on her exposed tit, her thick thighs, her bouncing ass, with a creepy, lustful stare that looked completely wrong on Lila’s innocent face. After a few seconds she reached out, grabbed the older woman’s face with both hands, and bent her forward.

Elly, upon smelling and seeing the pussy right in front of her, immediately went to task. She started lapping at Lila’s cunt with sloppy, eager strokes of her tongue. Lila’s eyes widened and she let out a loud moan.

“SHIT BROTHER!” Lila groaned. “You weren’t lying, this feels so much better than jacking off.”

She reached down and grabbed Elly’s dangling breasts, squeezing them hard while Elly kept eating her out. Zachery was heartbroken. The two women he cared about most in this church were being violated right in front of him and there was nothing he could do about it. Tears started filling his eyes as he watched Lila use his mother’s face like a toy.

The Purple Devil walked around the pews and stood right next to Zachery. He put one gloved hand over his shoulder, almost friendly.

“Hey!” he called out to Lila. “This guy here thinks this chick’s the love of his life. You can access her memories if you try a bit harder. Can you tell him what she thinks of him? I think confessions are in order.”

Lila made a confused face, still moaning as Elly’s tongue worked between her legs. She looked at Zachery for a second, then closed her eyes and furrowed her brows like she was concentrating hard. After a moment she opened her eyes again and started laughing, the sound mixing with her moans.

“Hahahaha you dumbfuck,” she said, still grinding on Elly’s face. “You may be the most delusional guy ever. This chick thinks you’re just a creepy guy who keeps staring at her in church. Nothing more.”

She grabbed Elly’s head with both hands and pushed it deeper into her snatch. Elly moaned louder, licking with even more enthusiasm.

Tears that had been filling Zachery’s eyes finally started rolling down his cheeks. The words hurt worse than anything else tonight. Lila, the girl he had fantasized about for so long, thought he was just some creep. And now she was using his own mother’s mouth while laughing about it.

The man in the mask leaned in closer, his hand still on Zachery’s shoulder. He began speaking directly into his ear, voice low and steady.

“When you cum…”

Zachery tried to pay attention. He really did. He wanted to fight whatever was coming, to stay alert, to remember who he was. But the more the man spoke, the harder it got. His voice felt heavy, wrapping around his mind like thick fog. His eyes started getting heavier and heavier. The sounds of his mother’s ass slapping against him, Lila’s moans, the wet noises from the other women, everything started to blur together.

His eyelids drooped. He fought to keep them open, but it was useless. The last thing he saw was Lila’s face twisted in pleasure as she rode his mother’s tongue, before everything went dark and he drifted into a deep trance.