Echoes Of The Seven

Leyla couldn’t do a damned thing.

Correction: She could do two things. She could watch as her own hands- one with a glowing green tattoo around the wrist- reached forward and roughly grabbed the sides of Eris’s face. The other thing she could do was feel the way that Eris tried to wriggle back from Leyla’s movement, but was too weak to resist the soldier’s advances. That was especially true when the brunette… Payload or something?... also used the same time to grab hold of Eris’s hips and tug the girl downwards into her lap.

None of Eris’s attempts to scramble away were successful, and all were cut short immediately by the cock getting thrust up into her, as well as Leyla’s lips crashing into the redhead’s. The scream of surprise was silenced and swallowed into Leyla’s tastebuds from a tongue that scooped forward and delved cautiouslessly into the Artificer’s mouth. The single moment before Leyla’s eyes closed without her will, she could see a single expression painted all across Eris’s face.

Sheer, unadulterated panic.

Then, all Leyla could do was feel. Feel the way that Eris struggled against the grip, bringing both of her own hands up and trying to tug away Leyla’s arms. Leyla tried to give in- to let her joints go slack. To let herself be moved by someone weaker, someone who desperately needed Leyla to stop. However, it almost seemed like a dream. Like one of those nightmares where Leyla would be running down a hallway towards an exit leading to safety, but every step only seemed to take the door further and further away.

No matter how far, no matter how hard Leyla reached towards her limbs moving under another’s accord, there was no response. Not even a hint of a response. She was doing nothing more than staring through a heavy-duty window at a body that was no longer hers, beginning to do something that made her stomach churn.

Eris was trying to speak. Leyla could hear it- the grunts amongst the squirms as she tried to wrench her face free to get words out. Pravala wasn’t letting her. Judging by the way that Eris’s grip on Leyla’s arms were torn away, another one of Pravala’s puppets must have wrenched them down. Since her eyes were closed, Leyla couldn’t see who it was but she could guess it might have been the freakishly tall woman that jerked her off, if her sense of sound was anything to go off of. Bee… something? Bee-maid? Screw it, Beehive.

That same sense of sound let Leyla hear a shuffling movement just below her where she was leaning over Payload. A sound from where Payload and Eris were connected at the hip, and a sound that made clear exactly why Eris was shifting up and down slightly while she and Leyla made out.

Payload was fucking Eris.

Leyla felt Eris begin clenching her jaw shut, even using her own tongue to shove Leyla’s out just long enough for her teeth to close and prevent entry. For a single moment, Leyla was disappointed that Eris didn’t simply bite down. Even if Leyla was an ally, the fact she was being controlled meant all bets were off. Leyla wouldn’t hold anything against Eris in this circumstance. Then, of course, there was the realization that even if Eris wanted to try and hurt Leyla, she couldn’t.

Because of Pacifist.

That made Leyla’s heart sink even further and the full weight of what was going to happen wash over her. Not only that, Leyla herself was going to be one of the ones that did it, and Eris didn’t even have a chance to fight back.

Pravala was going to make Eris’s only two allies in this entire gods-forsaken prison rape her.

At least Leyla could be slightly thankful for the fact that her eyes were closed, so she didn’t have to look at Eris. Not as Eris struggled, trying to squirm her face just enough to eek out a muffled-

“-op. Sshhtup! Mmph- stop!”

And of course, because that seemed to be just Leyla’s luck, her eyes opened as her face pulled back an inch. There, she could see Eris.

Eris’s arms were being held by either wrist behind her back by Tall-Girl Beehive, who was also licking the redhead’s bare shoulder. Literally licking it- like Eris were some kind of frozen treat. Meanwhile, Payload was leaning all the way back to lay on the ground, though both hands were on Eris’s hips to lift the girl a teeny bit in the air while Payload was thrusting her own hips up to meet her.

The dark-skinned girl, Zoey-or-something was still buried to the hilt inside of Bailey, but both had shuffled close enough that Bailey could lean over and smoosh her face into Eris’s chest. Although it was in her peripheral vision and Leyla couldn’t move her eyes to try and focus, she could see the outline of Pravala- the real one- leaning back in her chair with hands gripping the armrests tightly. Then, the words spilled from Leyla’s mouth like a faucet with no knobs. Her voice. Her tone. A slightly different accent- the same that Pravala held normally that was similar to how she spoke Ra’lan, but in a tongue it was never meant for.

Leyla spoke in perfect, uncanny unison with all four of the other puppets as they all stilled their own individual movements.

”We need to charge the Altar. I will charge the Altar. I will get us out of here.”

Eris let out a shuddering breath that was so visibly nervous Leyla was surprised that Eris wasn’t sweating. “Pravala, please don’t do this. We can just charge it normally-”

”NO!!”

Leyla’s body clenched down, gripping Eris’s face tight enough to make the girl wince in pain.

”We don’t do things normally!” Even through five different voices, Pravala’s tone was shaky. Leyla’s hands lowered from Eris’s cheeks to the girl’s shoulders. ”We don’t take things slow. We don’t play it safe, and we don’t avoid risks! We are Echoes! We have no choice! We take the hard road because it’s the only road that gets results! We have to take it- no matter what it costs!”

“Prav-”

Eris was cut off by a sound of skin on skin so sharp and loud that even Leyla cringed. The Artificer’s head was whipped to the side powerfully, her cheek rapidly turning a bright shade while Bailey pulled her own reddening hand away.

”I have given everything! More and more and more has been given and given and given!”

Leyla’s eyes began to wet, but not from her own tears.

”I have nothing left! Not my family, not my purpose, not even my time! It’s all gone! Everything I sacrificed for! But now, you’ve given me something I waited so, so very long to see. I can get out. I can help. I can be what I gave up everything for. I can save everything! I can save it, and then it’ll be worth it. It needs to be worth it…”

Suddenly, Leyla’s unscarred hand lurched forward and grabbed Eris’s jaw, wrenching it downwards and jamming Leyla’s thumb in between the redhead’s teeth. For anyone else, Leyla could only imagine the move would result in one less finger after a quick little chomp. A chomp Eris was incapable of performing. Instead, all Eris could do was open her mouth a little wider like she was actively trying to avoid sucking on Leyla’s digit. Meanwhile, five voices continued.

”I will do whatever I need to. I will become what they made me, and when I die, I will suffer in the maelstrom of Grihm for the rest of eternity if it means I made the choices nobody else could bear.”

Eris looked like she was going to try to say something, but never got the opportunity to. That was because there was a surge of movement that not even Leyla could properly comprehend- it was so fluid and so smooth. One moment, Leyla was kneeling just to the side of Eris’s front. The next, Leyla was on her back, the weight on her chest of a squirming redhead pinning her to the floor. Meanwhile, Leyla’s cock was pressed up against her stomach underneath Eris’s ass, and Leyla was looking up past Eris’s bright hair to see the underside of Payload’s cock deliberately pointed towards the Artificer’s mouth.

“Pravala, please!” Eris shook her head, staring directly at the woman in the chair. “Please just stop! If you want me to fuck them I’ll fuck them, just let me do it!”

Zoey kneeled down in between Eris’s legs, lining up a dick that absolutely wouldn’t fit. Meanwhile, Bailey ended Eris’s sentence with a firm hand pressing down into the girl’s throat, and Beehive was sitting on Eris’s other side, once again pinning her arms. Leyla’s vocal chords vomited out the next sentence, though for the first time, she wasn’t joined by all four others. Leyla spoke alone.

“If I do that, you won’t see what we Echoes need to be.”

Unfortunately, they weren’t the words that Leyla actually wanted to say.

I’m sorry.

A month ago, she just got an adorable cinnamon bun of a new roommate who asked Bailey to be her personal sex teacher so she could be less nervous with intimacy. A job that Bailey welcomed with open arms and open legs, because even though having sex with such a cutie patootie was great, seeing anyone become more comfortable with their sexuality always made Bailey’s heart grow warm. And since Eris was an Artificer who literally needed the power of sex to become more powerful, Bailey was willing to flip both birds while walking backwards off an orgy bridge if it meant Eris could have an easier time becoming a whore.

And now Eris was wheezing for breath under Bailey’s grip around her throat, while Bailey’s other hand slid along the freshly-lubricated surface of a gigantic dick to line it up with Eris’s perfect little hole.

No matter how many apologies Bailey shouted in her mind, her voice remained silent and her body unresponsive as she helped pin down her roommate for a fucking she didn’t want and definitely couldn’t handle. Bailey wanted to look away when Miss Thick-Dick’s tip kissed against Eris’s folds. She wanted to look away as Eris’s thighs desperately tried to close, but were blocked by Thick-Dick’s own legs. She wanted to look away as tears welled in Eris’s eyes and the girl wheezed for air under a hand around her throat just barely loose enough to breathe past.

She wanted to look away as Eris stared directly into her eyes with the most heartbreaking desperation Bailey had ever seen.

Instead, Bailey could only watch in abject horror as Eris’s face twisted in strain and then pain while Thick-Dick pressed downwards. Bailey wasn’t sure whether it was a blessing or a curse when Pravala’s focus turned away. For one, it meant she didn’t have to stare her roommate in the eyes while she was aiding in her rape. On the other hand, it meant she was now trained intently on the pillar of dark meat squeezing into a tunnel that had absolutely no practice whatsoever in taking something of that size. There was a vibration under Bailey’s hand as Eris choked out a pained moan, and the blonde wanted nothing more than to beg Pravala to at least take it a little easier.

Bailey could only sit down on that log because she was the Marrix bicycle, and everyone went for the ride at least once. Even then, it certainly wasn’t comfortable to pop a squat on that much dick. All Eris had was a well-hung Knight girlfriend that still didn’t even come close to this, who she’d fucked… what? Three, four times?

Bailey heard the muffled squeals from Eris’s throat, which had a single moment to turn louder when Bailey found her hand pulling away from the pale neck it was wrapped around. Eris gulped in a large, deep breath. Unfortunately, she also seemed to gulp down something else, since Brunette-Futa took that opportunity to shove her hips into the space. An ugly gag of a dick pressing into Eris’s throat was the musical accompaniment to the show of Bailey’s hand going lower- scooping underneath the connection between Eris and Thick-Dick.

When Bailey’s fingers wrapped around Leyla’s erect, cum-covered shaft and she realized what was going to happen next, she made a mental promise to do absolutely whatever was necessary to make it up to Eris after all this, even though it would be impossible to do so. After all, Bailey was ninety-nine percent sure that Eris had zero practice whatsoever in doing anything with the backdoor entrance. Something like that took time to work up into, and Bailey wasn’t going to do a damned thing with it until Eris said she was ready to try it.

And now, Bailey was guiding Leyla’s cock into the puckered ring of Eris’s ass.

If there was any thanks whatsoever that Bailey could give, to anyone or anything that could have been watching, it would be that Leyla had just came and all that cream was still clinging to her little buddy. In other words, it was a rudimentary lubricant for the loss of Eris’s anal virginity.

While Leyla firmly pushed upwards, Eris squealed into Brunette-Futa’s dick- at least more than she already was since Thick-Dick was still going downwards to shove inch after inch into the already over-stuffed Artificer. It was horrible, but Bailey was actually somewhat grateful when she found her face being lowered to Eris’s chest with a tongue slurping out against a stiff nipple. Her cheek even pressed up against Miss Ass-tastic, who was doing the same after having positioned so that she was kneeling on Eris’s hands to keep them still.

If absolutely nothing else, maybe this tiny amount of pleasure of having her boobs played with could make this awful situation somewhat bearable. Plus, it meant that Bailey didn’t have to look at the tears starting to run down Eris’s cheeks, and it meant that Bailey could do her damndest to try and ignore what was happening. Maybe a miracle could happen. Maybe if she disassociated hard enough to let time go by faster, it would also make time go faster for Eris. That definitely wasn’t how time worked, but Bailey genuinely didn’t care anymore.

She just wanted to believe that she could help Eris through this, even if her body was hi-jacked.

It probably wasn’t all that long until Brunette came down Eris’s throat- though it still felt like hours. The coughs and sputters of a throat-pie made cum bubble up and around Eris’s lips, dripping down the sides of her face and over her chin.

Thick-Dick was next. It was long, powerful throbs that seemed endless. With literally nothing she could do physically, Bailey was only left to imagine the thick, creamy load being poured inside Eris. She didn’t have to imagine it for long, since when that oversized slab of meat was gently tugged free, a veritable river of spunk oozed from the abused hole that weakly tried to re-close. In any other circumstance, Bailey would have been overjoyed to see the aftereffects of such a massive dick, especially when it spat out that much seed. The creamy finish was always the best part, and more was always better. But now, seeing that trickle of cum splurt and squeeze past Thick-Dick’s shaft as she pushed back inside for another round, it was a gooey reminder that this time was less than voluntary.

Leyla finished last, certainly because she had just cum about a minute before the whole ordeal began. Strangely enough, Bailey’s own body was shuddering despite receiving almost zero stimulation of any kind. Despite that, as Leyla clutched onto Eris from below and bucked her hips up with each pulse of her climax, the blonde’s thighs quivered like she, too, were crossing that finish line.

Not that it mattered much, since the second round predictably lasted longer than the first. Once again, Bailey wasn’t sure whether to be glad or in despair when Eris seemed give in and stop resisting. Ass-tastic didn’t even need to pin her hands anymore- Eris just dropped them down by her sides and clenched the cloth circle hard enough that knuckles were turning white.

At least for the third round, Eris got to take a little bit of a break. Instead of being triple-penetrated, she had Ass-tastic giving her the rimjob of a lifetime and slurping up all of Leyla’s cum that was deposited inside her colon. Meanwhile, Bailey was on the other side of her pelvis, face buried between Eris’s legs and using her tongue to scoop out dollops of jizz left behind in the puffy, red, abused flower. Unfortunately, even in that ‘rest’, Eris was still forced to try and choke down a dick in her third hole because apparently Pravala just couldn’t get enough. Even worse, it was the cock the size of Eris’s arm that was chosen at that point. As predicted, Eris didn’t even get down a third of the meat, but that didn’t stop Pravala from trying.

It was the look on Eris’s face during the fourth round, when the three futas returned to their normal positions that made Bailey’s heart shrivel in her chest, though. Tear streaks mixed with the cum on Eris’s cheeks, and her eyes were filled with something that wasn’t fear. It wasn’t anger, it wasn’t hate, and it wasn’t even desperation like before.

It was pure, defeated, hopeless acceptance.

Bailey just wanted to scoop up Eris into a tight hug and never let her go. She wanted to wrap her in a blanket, rock her back and forth and whisper sweet nothings telling her that it was all going to be okay. She wanted to do something- anything. But she couldn’t. Not a damned thing. All because of Pravala. All because of the control. All because of this nasty fucking reject of a scum-licking cunt-stain witch that deserved to be burned alive for what she did and have her bones buried in pig shit where she fucking belonged-

Without any warning or pretense, Bailey’s head whipped to the side, looking over her shoulder. It wasn’t just her. All four of the other controlled women snapped their gazes sideways in the same moment, in complete unison. Out of her peripheral, Bailey could see that Pravala–... real Pravala had done the same. She was even leaning up out of her chair, though she was panting like she was out of breath and even holding her shoulder like it were sore.

Confusion naturally washed over Bailey. Pravala seemed to be getting right back into it with Eris, and although Bailey was happy that the woman seemed to have stopped, it didn’t exactly make sense. Why would she stop so suddenly? What reason was there to-

Oh.

As the pieces slid together in Bailey’s mind, there was also a sudden surge of weight in her muscles. Her body lurched forward until she caught herself, only realizing a moment later that she did so.

Because she did it. Not Pravala.

Bailey tentatively willed her right arm to lift, almost not expecting anything to happen. However, the arm obeyed her commands. Raising it, she could see that the glowing green brand on her arm had returned to the dull black tattoo. She was back in control. Glancing over at the other four women, they all seemed to be in similar states, recoiling from the sudden regaining of control (and also pulling certain organs out of certain holes in an Artificer). Unfortunately, there wasn’t a single opportunity for Bailey to begin gushing with apologies towards Eris, not since Pravala’s voice shakily lifted out to confirm Bailey’s suspicions.

“The Warden. It’s starting to climb the chain.”