Do nothing.

Your arousal is getting very difficult to deny. You try to say something to stall Jonathan, but all that comes out is a low whimper.

Without missing a beat your daughter takes the glass and almost inhales the wine out of it.

"Woah, impressive!" Jonathan remarks.

You have to agree, you were not expecting her to down that so fast. Almost immediately Sara begins fondling Greta, and moaning; as if she was already in the throes of corruption. You can't help but stare, breathless, as your daughter gives in to the evil you've been trying to fight since last night. Is it really so good to just give in?

"Let's get you out of these clothes, Tara." Jonathan pulls your suddenly heavy pajamas off, leaving you naked. You turn, to find him standing equally naked in front of you; his erect penis pointing up at your dripping pussy.

"Are you sure you want to?" he whispers. You know you're in a catch 22. If you say you don't want to, he'll know that you aren't corrupted; but if you do have sex with him, you most certainly will be turned.

You really have ****.

"What are you waiting for, Jonathan? Fuck me now!"

He shoves his hard cock into your waiting folds. The first thrust alone rocks your body to its core. With each pump you feel your desire to escape dwindling. You look up and watch your daughter get more and more depraved with Greta before your very eyes.

"Aren't you proud of your little girl, Tara? See how quickly the wine has affected her? That was the fastest I've seen anyone succumb to the virus!" Jonathan clearly enjoys his position of power, and the corruption of your daughter.

"Yes mommy, aren't you proud of me?? Tell me your proud of your little slut girl!"

As shameful as it is to admit... you actually are, a little. Seeing how she handles herself with Greta... it actually fills you with a sense of dark, fucked up pride.

Sara cries out in orgasm, as Greta begins to fist her before your very eyes.

Jonathan laughs from behind you, and you hear him pour a glass as he continues to pound your quivering pussy.

"I'm curious to see your daughter take more of the virus, aren't you, Tara?"

It's a much larger glass that he has poured, this time, you see. He hands it to you; and you know you are expected to use it to fully convert your daughter. This is so wrong... Your hand trembles as you inch closer towards the ravenous creature that is no so very different from the Sara you knew only 15 minutes ago. Jonathan keeps his hands at your waist, and though you move closer, he continues to fuck you senseless.

You get close enough to Sara, and before you can give her the glass, she lunges forward like a predator; and locks lips with you. You feel the invasion of her tongue in your mouth, and you are helpless amidst the combined onslaught. You feel lust overtake you as you begin to make out with her.

Saliva swaps between your hungry mouths as the two of you share in something so taboo and downright evil that it sends your pussy into overdrive. She breaks it off, and grabs the glass from your hand; chugging a good half of it in one enormous gulp. You stare at her with lust-filled eyes, and she fills her mouth again with the second half of the glass.

This time, however, rather than drinking it, she kisses you again, forcing the wine into your mouth, and holding your face - almost forcing you to drink of the cursed liquid. You can't help it, you swallow it whole, coughing and gagging as the kiss is broken again.

Just then you feel Jonathan speed up; and you scream as both of you cum at the same time. Sara and Greta follow shortly after, and you slump down on top of them; Jonathan's still hard cock shoved inside you.

You look up, ready for another round when Jonathan speaks.

"We're here."

Did he take Sara with us, you wonder. Or are we at her school?