Sealing the Deal on Cell 1

Lorie lay on her back panting heavily. She had never experienced such overwhelming pleasure before, it still ached through her body. Rolling onto her back to bask in the sensations still surging through her she remembered what she had been watching.

The guard eating the other cop out. The cop becoming something else, then turning the guard into something more like her. Lorie's hands slowly began to drift across her body once more. She had squandered her youth in petty personal gratifications. She had leaned so heavily on people just wanting to see her naked she was helpless when they began to want more.

She wanted to be like the cop and guard. Young, beautiful, perfect bodies, and the pleasure. Lorie gazed up through the bars smiling weakly as Amanda stepped up to the bars. Lorie could feel it happening already, she noticed it in her cell mates too. Horns beginning to protrude from their heads, skin tones changing.

Who was she to argue? Lorie had spent her whole life not arguing for herself, always bending to deliver what others wanted of her for her to get what she needed. Oddly she felt a strangely gifted privilege the Idol's lurking, patiently awaiting her consent.

It just needed her answer.

Annie shuddered on her chest awkwardly becoming aware of her new found DDs. This was wrong, all wrong, she thought. Looking at the newly minted succubus prison guard it all was beginning to fit.

God is real, I'm an atheist heathen and the devil is going to take its due. Annie thought as she panted to catch her breath, envious of the Matriarch already seeming to recover from… If that was damnation…

Annie's mind raced with thoughts, trying to make full sense of the situation and realizing that she couldn't really think of a reason to repent. If that was damnation… The thought repeated itself.

She was too proud of all she'd done, smug even. Trying to rest her forehead against the floor Annie felt her still growing horns press against the floor. “So this is how it goes.” Annie sighed without regret as she noticed the brightening pink shade of her skin.

Annie could feel the pooled pleasure of her end of the empathic link immersing in the Idol's corruption. Her will and spirit relinquished peacefully.

“Isn't this how I always wanted…” She moaned as the jail guard pressed her breasts through the bars, looking welcoming to her new whores. They were all hers.

Schoolgirl was dragging herself towards the breasts, her weak mind broken by the overwhelming pleasure. She was in a zombie like state craving the next new thrill.

Crystal had always been a shameless slut. A literal nympho, a sex addict. This was more than she ever wanted, ever could ask for. But she sensed more. Gazing at the beautiful wine red face of the formerly old hooker, Crystal couldn't help but follow that woman's lead and latch a breast as well.

The delectable sensation of her body resonating with the sensation of the two women suckling the prison guards breasts. The rewarding corruptive milks sweet taste encouraged further aggressive suckling, ignorant of anything strange about the situation. The two women's bodies no longer just craved the corruption the breasts were feeding them, they needed it. All their lust and desire pushed beyond temptation and into a state more akin to addictive dependency. Only there was a cure.

"That's right girls, taste the promise." Amanda cooed her hands reaching through the bars to stroke the two women's hair as her tail weaved between the bars to stroke across their nude forms.

Amanda stared directly at Annie, her body building up to orgasm as the formerly atheist whore converted to a proven faith. As Annie's body convulsed in orgasm her bat wings burst forth in an exquisite scream of pleasure, with her corruption nearing she was finding herself no longer immersed in the empathic pool, its sensations still bombarding her through Amanda projecting it. As her tail was still slowly growing longer Annie crawled up behind her former cell mates, "This is going to be exquisite." Annie moaned as her hands began fingering both harlots, her lips suckling the protrusions beginning to sprout from their tail bones. Occasionally she mouth a bit lower on one of them, penetrating their ass with her tongue to their muffled exclamations of pleasure.

Annie leered up at the former cell guard, she knew what needed to still be done to take these two souls. Unlike Annie their minds didn't come to resolute answer, shreds of doubt inhibiting them. The hot pink skinned succubus threw her purple hair behind her head, her indigo eyes glowing elegantly. Her nipples sat prominently on the DD chest and almost blood red like her perfect sultry lips. Her tail and wings seemed to borrow their colouration from her hair, alongside her clawed hands and taloned feet. Her black horns spiralled elegantly arching from her forehead back alongside her temples, meeting and weaving together behind her head as if it was a crown resting atop her head.

As Annie's tail finished growing she whipped it around alongside her, positioning it to penetrate the hooker she had formerly called the matriarch. That was clearly a misnomer, their guard was their matriarch. This formerly old and over due to be pastured hooker was now Annie's equal, almost.

Dropping Amanda's tit from her mouth Lorie interrupted the echoing moans, groans, and exclaimations of pleasure. "JUST FUCK ME!" Lorie commanded, her demand resolute in the need she felt for it. As she was penetrated she bowed her head against the bars, feeling her horns entangle with them. Lorie gasped and moaned looking down and back watching Amanda's tail grinding into the slut beside her. It all looked, and felt so wonderful.

Lorie's horns continued to grow, they sprouted up and back like a set of gazelle horns. She panted heavily ripping Crystal from Amanda's breast to entangled tongues with. Pinning the girl who was previously dressed as a school girl to the floor with an increasingly claw like hand atop her breasts, the two made out lewdly ravishing each other as their hands explored each other's increasingly sensual bodies.

Lorie relished watching Crystal's skin turning sky blue, her nipples and lips becoming a deep navy as her now serpent like eyes grew bright yellow, her hair growing grey like the sky on a rainy day. Her wings were awkwardly sprouting forth with a deep charcoal grey, matching the same tone on her nails and taloned feet. Her white horns remained small and almost stereotypical of a devil

As Crystal felt her eager to please, and be pleased soul tear loose she leered up at the orange skinned woman pinning her as she orgasmed in soulless delight. Baring her fangs for a moment she grew even more aroused by the eager return to making out by the formerly older woman.

Lorie's hair was almost neon yellow now, tussling down to the almost completed crimson red wings. Her lips and nipples now a rich red as her eyes glowed pink. Breaking from the kiss Lorie screamed in delight, "LIBERATION!" As her soul became extinguished from her possession, and she became one with the Idol's legions. As the final soul fell the cell door was unlocked and slid open.

"You're free to stay." Amanda teased, throwing a uniform at each harlot. She didn't need to share instructions, with each damnation the Idol imprinted its will and immediate needs upon the recently departed souls.

Looking over at cell two Amanda grinned hungrily.