Caroline

Caroline questioned how she got here.

The loud clamor of hammers pounding out inconsistently, the shriek of a saw before it was muffled and gnawed free of the wood gagging it. The incoherent shouting, heavy footfalls, dropping materials.

It all seemed strangely overwhelming as Caroline felt a deep knot in her stomach.

Looking around it was clear she was in a half built house. Exposed subfloor, unsheathed interior walls, and an oppressing unrelenting heat.

Slowly Caroline began to notice the actual men here… They were unlike any guys she’d actually seen on a construction site. They were toned, they were fit, and they were no more than half dressed, bodies glistening as if oiled for photo shoots.

“Can I help you miss?” The voice made Caroline want to swoon, as she turned to look into the toned pecs of its owner before gazing up, Caroline had to dismiss the butterflies suddenly playing with the knots in her stomach.

Why was she here? Caroline questioned herself, must be to see Jack. That was the only reason she could think of to be on a construction site. She was here to see Jack.

“Uhmm…” Caroline felt flustered and tongue tied looking up the man then down, feeling herself go flush as his pants barely hung on the bottom of the V of his pelvis, the stem of his cock slightly exposed where the pants waist band slung loosely over it.

“Uhm.. I… uhm… here to see Jack.” Caroline fumbled with her words, feeling flustered and idiotic and wondering what her mind was doing going so crazed and excited by the look of this guy. Glancing away she could only notice the same traits on the other men, stirring her attempt to glance away back to the man before Caroline as she ran a flustered hand through her short hair.

“He’s upstairs.” The man plainly replied pointing at the skeleton of a staircase in one corner before walking off, Caroline reminding herself she was getting married as thoughts of infidelity tugged at her to at least get a picture to finger herself to later.

A flash of arousal and pleasure flared in her mind, a momentary experience. She was bound, no held… Gasping around something thrusting into her throat, spasming in pleasure at the groping of her tits and ass, while revelling in her pussy and ass being fucked.

What the fuck? Caroline questioned as it past almost too quick for her to acknowledge with any awareness.

As Caroline ascended the stairs the work seemed to go silent. Loud slurping, and groans of pleasure were interspersed with the claps of high fives and cheers. Or was that the impact of human flesh fucking? Weaving about the exposed walls Caroline soon found them.

At first there was a moment of relief at how normal they all looked with their backs turned to her, gathered around something Caroline couldn’t see. As she circled around them her eyes met with Jack’s, he bit a lip, smiled, and grunted skyward.

Caroline eyes swept down his body, the knot growing tighter in her stomach as they landed on the head smiling up at Jack, fingers wiping the cum on her face into her mouth, before her lips met with the cock being stroked in her right hand.

Caroline stood there in shock, watching as an auburn-haired woman was recorded sucking them all off. Mocking and taunting any girlfriends, spouses, or betrothed any of them may have.

Jack smiled and nodded at Caroline for the auburn haired girl to look over towards before deep throating his cock again. “I’m sorry, is this yours?” She asked in feigned innocence between lip smacking sucks of the cock. Her eyes now locked more on Caroline than the guy she was sucking off.

As if that was what truly aroused her about this scenario.

It made Caroline want to run. She turned, and bolted for the stairs. Scrambling down their suddenly uneven feeling steps before tripping, falling over….

Caroline gasped in pleasure, staring up at the ceiling. Her mind tried to make sense of the sudden change in scenery, the momentary attempt to grasp reality soon derailing as the heat seemed to surge, and Caroline felt the toy she was masturbating with press her to the cusp of orgasm.

Kathy stood over her, lubing a dildo with her own pussy before placing it down on the flat of Caroline’s stomach. Caroline felt disgust and repulsion in her mind, dark wanton and perverse ideas pulled the memory of her masturbating before Kathy to the forefront of her mind.

How much she enjoyed it, how much she wanted more.

Caroline’s restored modesty and humanity was disturbed by the act, even more so as she felt the perverse desire to do it again, her hand having already grabbed the small vibrator, and greasing it with Kathy’s juices from it.

Each stroke of the vibrator reminded her of the sexual hunger in the bedroom, of the growing perversion and need to be watched, and watching. Of the twisted incestuous idea of Monica, Fiona, and Emi eating each other out spurring her on.

Caroline gasped, moaned long, and mournfully. God how she didn’t want it to feel so good, so deliberate.

Caroline stared at the naked Kathy, craven desire to see her sister take mercy on Caroline and start licking the sopping wet pussy.

Slowly feminine hands emerged from behind Kathy, groping and feeling her.

As Caroline watched Emi’s head came into view nibbling on a shoulder. Fiona came around the other side to fondle and kiss Kathy, and Monica crawled around to kiss and stroke Kathy’s mons.

Caroline tried to say words, incoherent moans and screams of pleasure all she could manage.

She wanted to object, she wanted to warn them to run.

She wanted to encourage them, to see them go further, more depraved, and then use her like some toy.

Heavy foot falls slowly approached from all around, the muscular hunky tradesmen from the house, each naked, as they gathered in a semi circle around Kathy and Emi. Jerking their large rigid cocks as Emi and Kathy stripped and slunk to their knees. Joining Monica and Fiona.

God how Caroline felt a sudden and wrong feeling envy of her sisters. Part of her questioned how she could want to join them so much, part of her mind telling her she couldn’t, as it slowly eroded its ground negotiating acceptance of stroking a cock… two cocks, as she joined in watching the spectacle.

Caroline questioned just what she was doing as the circle seemed to close. Kathy, Monica, Fiona and Emi fingering and groping each other, lewdly taunting the audience as it failed to cum on them yet, their words soon escalating into sexual challenges.

Sucking cocks.

Fucking multiple guys from the gathered strangers back to back.

Letting them pick their holes.

Being watched as they were used.

Cleaning Cocks after fucking each other.

Double penetrations.

Double vaginal.

Double anal.

Each new tier seemed to hammer away at Caroline as she slowly stroked the two cocks within reach.

Switched between stroking 4 cocks within reach.

Began to suck a cock while stroking two.

Caroline felt like she had simply blinked. Her mind cascading through each of the scenarios her sisters lewdly described and challenged one another to fulfill.

Caroline feeling increasingly as if she was submitting to being watched by them, as she didn't just commit them. But experienced them with perverse want for .ore.

A conscious thought questioned how she got to be here, how she could even ever, as she gazed up submissively, over the shoulder to the left at a naked Kathy, then around the shoulder on the right as Emi leaned up to whisper in the left ear of the guying who then gagged Caroline on his cock.

This had to be a dream, Caroline concluded. All of it, even the wrong too real to be untrue incestuous memories.

A garbled moan and **** coughed around his cock as Caroline basked in the strange pleasure of her ass and pussy being cum in. The warmth of the ejaculate, and the grinding feel of their pulsing cocks as they pressed in and out of her tight enveloping hold.

She had watched for Emi as she had been fucked by that window.

A dark perverse recollection crept into her thoughts, the stray arousing thoughts that slipped through as she relished being fucked. Concerning herself that Emi wouldn’t stay in the car less and less.

Wanting Emi to know how dirty and bad she was behaving. Caroline recalled wanting Emi to know she was being fucked, her mind wondering how her younger sister would react. She wanted the urgent need to finish knowing Emi was walking closer.

She wanted to turn and see Emi’s face as she came up towards the noises she could hear. To see Emi watch them in shock.

The thoughts spread from there, the dark seed replanted in Caroline to be embraced.

Gazing up Caroline no longer recognized the man **** her with his cock, Jack looked so happy. His body strangely more chiseled and defined than she had ever imagined.

Thoughts of having Jack pull free, and shoving her sister’s head down on his cock were suddenly recalled. Emi tasting Caroline’s pussy from it.

The idea of having her future husband fuck her younger sister there, knocking her up in advance of their wedding.

Moaning lavishly in the perverting and depraved ideas Caroline closed her eyes to relish her shameless, no prideful fucking before her sisters.

As she continued to be gangbanged she felt her body shift in sway, and weight, her ass rippling more with each rutting, her breast swinging further and with more weight.

Yes, harder, more urgently, needier, want me more… Caroline’s mind seemed to rant wantonly as she delighted in all these men focusing on her, over four of her naked sisters toying with each other.

With each reaffirmed embrace of the enjoyed thrill and pleasure of her corrupted descent towards her infernal baptism she heard the objections in her head speak up less, and less. A garbled giggle around the cock in her mouth as Caroline thought about skull fucking the objecting portion of her, making their resistance and dispute incoherent, and indeed more pleasurable as it submitted to her authority.

Feeling the cocks, spasm and twitch Caroline embraced the closest thing she had experienced to a real gangbang, gazing up wantonly at what had been the man with a cock in her mouth Caroline felt a new devotion.

She didn’t question when, or how, she just let the gargantuan cock pop free from her lips and licked up it affectionately. Smiling to the thing on the obsidian throne. Emi and Kathy sat upon his hands, naked, moaning in desperation to cum as they fucked themselves on its fingers. Monica and Fiona lapping at their pussies, begging for their turn.

As its shaft seemed no longer short enough to swallow fully Caroline pressed her E cup tits together to titfuck it as she sucked on it. Other phallic tendrils of the beast she was devoted to making cum being stroked by her hands, squirming and penetrating into her holes, not just one each, but slowly two, then three penetrations each.

Gasping as her head was pulled back by its darkening dirty blonde locks by a sultry demoness she recognized from her thoughts before grinning.

“Do it.” Caroline muttered, feeling perverse delight as she was thrust back down onto the cock. Eyes glimpsing her now demonic sisters as they squirted upon the palms of the beast they were being finger fucked by.

Caroline felt the objection, the repulsion, the resistance gurgle out in pleasured gurgling gasps as her head was thrust up and down the gargantuan cock.

Do it. Do it. More. More. Harder. Faster. I NEED it. Slowly her thoughts grew more craven, more delighted, as she felt the weight restraining her finally drop away from her.

The clawed hand skull fucking her suddenly absent, as Caroline eagerly bounced her head up and down on the cock to her best ability, arched her back, and tried to squirm and pressed back on the snaking penetrations into her lower holes.

She was purifying herself, the idea gave her perverse glee as it aroused Caroline. The inverted idea of the sinful sex acts purifying herself of the mistaken faith and social intents she had been raised with.

She had laid with demons. Caroline now fully, and clearly recalled the delight and pleasure of the tentacle creature that had ravaged her **** at Emi’s building. Somehow this thing had already driven her further, her pussy and ass clenching and increasing the pull and push of each penetration as sexual fluids oozed and flowed from her.

Caroline’s skin began to glisten and sheen, as it acquired the colour and appearance of pearls. Caroline stretched her black feathered wings out as she moaned in ecstacy at the sensation of her sprouting horns.

More. More. Caroline’s thoughts grew more wanton for the euphoric changes overcoming her as she felt the roots of evil expanding and **** more and more of the life sustaining organs out from within her.

Breath grew beyond reach of **** gasps, her skin started bruising as capillaries, veins, arteris, and internal organs ruptured. As Caroline's body grew limp the penetration through her ignited.

Flames of yellow, orange, red, purple, blue, and green charred the penetrations as slowly Caroline limp body shifted.

A breath of new life stirred within the husk, whispering Caroline’s new true name. Her lips curled up in a manic grin, her chitinuous clawed hands shredding at the fiery penetration suspending her. As it snapped resoundingly into the enveloping void Caroline felt the sudden absence of her new god fucking every hole she had. Her wings clapped and parachute haphazardly, confirming the sensation of falling into the sensory deprived void.

Determined to root herself deep within her God’s oblivion Caroline tucked her wings, inherently learning at least to dive bomb in her first haphazard demonic flight. Caroline luxuriated in the sensation of her descent flowing over her, across her wings, past her… tail? Caroline didn’t need to look, as she glimpsed the flare of hot pink flame ignite her mockery of an angel's halo she glimpsed it.

The veil, her exit.

Launching through the portal between realms Caroline instinctively tucked and rolled as she crashed chaotically into a somersault, nailing a perfect landing and breathing deeply of her former native world.

She grinned madly as the knowledge of what the sister’s first task was, licking her lips she looked around.

Eager to get to work, serving the god that had remade her.