Doug Learns What Has Become of His Family

Terryl arched her back slightly, biting her lip, the perfect youthful image of her early twenties. The blankets were folded over exposing most of her body, one arm fondling a tit, the other reaching under the covers onto the head between her legs.

Settling back down from her climax Terryl turned and smiled contentedly to her husband. “Aren't our daughters wonderful.” Terryl gasped, reaching her hand out to hold Doug's as terror and realization grabbed hold of him.

Throwing the blankets from the bed Doug was frantic, torn between fury, desire, disgust, and panic at just how to respond. What were they doing!

“Hey!?” Monica complained as Doug scrambled free of her, Julia mockingly chuckling for a momant as she continued eating their mother out.

Flipping the light switch Doug did a double take, unsure of how to respond to his wife's lack of objection to their daughter's actions he noticed Emi sitting on the dresser, legs spread, making out with Kathy, with Caroline sucking on one tit, Fiona on the other, and Claire eating her pussy.

They had corrupted lunch and dinner, sadly to no avail against the spiritual righteousness and protection of their father.

But when he took his crucifix off to go to sleep his daughters and wife performed their dark bidding.

The last crucifix was stripped from its wall, their father's gold cross carefully swept up and removed from the house cautiously as if acid alongside it.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Doug finally screamed in distress and panic, finding himself disturbed with the casualness of the acts being perpetuated around him. They had been raised better than this. HIS wife was BETTER than this.

There was giggling from all around him, as if it was some joke for him to be objecting.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU!?” Doug continued flustered even further by the more than just dismissive response to him.

“Seven against one, clearly the problem is with you honey.” Terryl remarked rather plainly, “I mean, the girls are just trying to bring us closer as a family. You really don't have to overreact this way.” Terryl then lectured, bringing even more disbelief across her husbands face as their daughters created a cacophony of agreements.

“This isn't right. I thought we needed help before, but this is a whole new level. I think we should all pray.” Doug didn't know what else to do. Prayer was his default for many of his greatest problems in life, it seemed like a good place to start. Then in the morning he'd have to start seeking out counsellors and what not to remedy this.

Doug looked around finding it strange as his normally rather devout family didn't move towards prayer. Shaking his head solemnly Doug got down on his knees, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes.

The flurry of footsteps prompted him to shoot his eyes wide open, an incoherent attempt at a question exhaling from Doug's mouth as Monica grabbed his right wrist, Julia lunged over her grabbing his left, and seemingly out of no where Caroline had appeared behind him, zipping the handcuffs they bought earlier in the day shut over his wrists.

Struggling against the shock and impressive strength of his daughters, Doug was too distracted to notice Kathy's approach. His angry cursing and demands soon muffled by a ball gag.

Emi had hoped they wouldn't have such resistance, but then again she knew it might have been inevitable. The important thing was they stopped him from praying. In his rage it might be the furthest thing from his mind.

As their father struggled to his feet he soon found himself toppled back on the bed, Monica and Julia held him in place as Kathy and Caroline each grabbed a leg.

“Calm down dear, they're just trying to do something nice for you.” Terryl remarked calmly, fingering herself as Claire approached with the ankle cuffs.

Before long they had their father wrestled flat on his back spread eagle on the bed. His raging hard on acting in polar opposition to his demeanor.

Crawling up on top of him, Terryl slowly positioned her husband's raging hard on, slowly impaling herself on the shaft, her pussy enveloping it warmly and firmly as Terryl paused to wonder how long it had been since she last straddled this cock.

Grinding back and forth atop Doug, Terryl felt up and down her body, rubbed her clit, pushed and pulled on her hair. The pleasure came so easily to her, so wonderfully.

Doug fought mentally against his arousal, his pleasure, the surging pressure in his cock growing in response to the amazing feeling pussy encompassing it. No matter how hard he tried though, his body had other intentions.

Fighting groaning under the deluge of pleasure being **** upon his senses, Doug panicked as he thrust up as best he could, immediate guilt overcoming the orgasmic release of his seed into his wife. As Doug threw his head back, torn between relief, awe, guilt, and remorse he missed as his wife's belly momentarily glowed with an archaic symbol signalling her turn was complete.

Reluctantly pulling off the cock she kissed Doug aggressively thanking him repeatedly.

As their mother enthusiastically expressed her gratification the other sisters looked to one another with nods. Julia crawled up on the bed, with a quick suck and a pop of her lips she admired the taste of her mother's snatch on her father's still rigid cock.

Doug struggled to see what was going on, Terryl assuring him he had nothing to worry about as Julia took her turn atop her father's still rigid dick. Their pheromones had hold of his body, his mind left intentionally free from corruption or influence as they moved to fulfill the Idol's wish of them.

Monica sat behind Julia, fondling Julia's breasts as Caroline kissed up and down Doug's torso, smiling as he failed to contain a passionate moan as his cock seemed to just grow in intense pleasure from the unrelenting forbidden acts he was being **** to do.

That's right, they're doing this to me. The thought of his **** submission took root in the crack of his religious fortitude, reaching through to nourish on the dark recessed perversions that lay instinctively at the core of all reproductive beings.

Moving to let Doug watch as one of his youngest daughters bounced eagerly atop his cock he shook his head for a moment. Worries surfacing in his mind that such a slutty daughter was likely to get knocked up.

So what are you waiting for?

The question tugged on the cracking defenses.

“Come on daddy… Cum into me.” Julia moaned, dropping suddenly and holding deep on his cock as she felt it twitch. Grinding on top of him she could sense the swelling pressure, her father's mind lacking the subconscious control needed to keep some baser instincts in check.

Feeling him squirm suddenly, Julia grinned shifting Caroline to lay across Doug's chest, letting him feel the corrupt radiant warmth of her body against his.

“I love you daddy.” Julia perversely stated in a sultry voice, suddenly crying out in orgasm as she felt her father reflexively buck into her, his cock throbbing within her as it released his seed into her. “Thank you.”

Slowly having the pussy pull off his cock Doug struggled for a coherent thought. His mind was becoming over run by perversion, lust, and desire. He couldn't believe how good and wrong cumming just felt. But he wasn't given any pause for thought. Monica sucked on his testicles as soon as she had access, her corrupt saliva not just exciting them, but prompting them to work a little harder.

They weren't to corrupt him, yet.

Caroline's demonic prehensile tongue meanwhile licked up the exposing shaft, her lips catching his cockhead as it popped free of Julia's snatch. Smiling Caroline hardly wasted time releasing the cock and mounting her father, bouncing atop him reverse cowgirl.

Caroline had always been an out spoken assertive daughter, prone to butt heads with Doug. None of that mattered right now, Doug's only thoughts were how he liked her boyfriend.

“Carol… line… we.. can't…” Doug struggled to moan, his words acting in contrast to his flexing pelvis. “Ja..ck…” The words barely muffled out past the gag.

“Don't worry about that.” Caroline concisely replied pausing her bounce to enjoy her father's cock being flexed into her. Wiggling her ass in a circle Caroline began to cry out in delight as she was bouncing less and less, and being sprung up more and more by her father.

As Doug cried out in pleasure Caroline arched her back in orgasmic bliss feeling her father's seed ejected into her. All as Claire began to suckle on their father's testicles and lick at her sister's clit with a smile. Excited to see the momentary glowing rune.

It was her turn.

As she bounced upon her father cow girl style Claire rejoiced in the diminished resistance of her father. She talked as dirty as she could between breath stealing bounces upon her paternal cock. Talking of how she wished he fully wanted this, to hold her breasts, to pound her deeply, to erupt within her.

As he soon did.

Ceding her place Claire soon curled up with her mother and Caroline rejoicing in their perversion as Fiona had her turn. They each were performing their almost ceremonial next step in affirming their new faith.

Fiona rejoiced in the exciting violation of her father's cock into her. As self inflicted as it might have been, this newly broken taboo was what she lived for now.

She could feel her father's mind faltering to its darker perversions, despite her and her sister's best efforts to refrain from contaminating him with their corruptions. It was important they didn't, as much as they might not know why.

At one point Doug finally ripped free of his wrist restraints, the stitching on the leather failing to withstand the growing **** that he pulled on them with, be it as a safety feature or simply shotty work the seven women didn't care, almost launching into a tackle before pausing as Doug grabbed hold and squeezed Fiona's breasts in lust, fulfilling a desire that had been growing in the lurking depths of his mind since his wife first sat atop his cock.

As he neared climax he rolled them on the bed, ripping free of the ankle restraints to pound down deep into his daughter as he groaned in delight as his unrelenting cock unleashed yet more seed from his swelling balls.

Delighting in their increasingly primal father Kathy draped herself across his back.

“Me next daddy.” Kathy cooed, shrieking in delight as he seemed to whip her around flinging her onto her stomach and quickly plunging his still wet, hard cock into her as Fiona shuffled over to enjoy her older sister moaning into her cream pied snatch. "Don't worry about me saving it for my wedding night." Kathy gasped, delighting at the thought of the panicked responses the snapchat of her double blowjob earlier had prompted from her fiance, the wedding party, and beyond.

Kathy only wished it could have been this act recorded and sent, a true message of how depraved and slutty she could be, relishing at she felt the firm grip of her father on her tits.

Emi watched over it all, the slow cycling of each of her corrupted family, each getting a touch of their father's sacred sperm. Stroking Monica's pussy Emi nodded to her younger sister. She didn't need to convey instruction or thought. They all knew the order in which they were to cum.

As Kathy screamed in orgasm into Fiona's pussy Doug breathed heavily in achievement at his latest lay. The momentary pause soon subsiding as Monica pushed Fiona over and crawled atop of her elder sister to make out. As Doug plunged his cock in, resuming the forbidden fucking of his family Emi sauntered over breaking up the assorted actions of the previously fucked.

Dispersing them to put the house in order Emi soon pressed up against her father's back, reaching around and feeling up and down his grunting, feral form as he relentlessly pounded into his daughter out of instinctive need to spawn more than anything else.

“That's right, fuck her good.” Emi soothed, giggling as her father almost seemed to roar as he brought Monica to climax and unloaded into her.

Pulling his cock out Doug smacked it on Monica's ass a couple times before turning to look at the final pussy he was yet to fuck in the house. Standing up and stepping forward to Emi something about her eyes and posture just domineered over his feral mindset.

Bending over against a wall Emi glanced over her shoulder, her father sensing the granted permission to join with her.

Relishing the feel of her father's cock as it was slowly enveloped by her pussy Emi moaned in contentment. Smiling slightly as she closed her eyes to immerse herself in the perverse forbidden sensations she was amused that she was foolish enough to have abstained from enjoying sooner.

As the rhythmic pace picked up Emi gasped and moaned, delighting in her absolute perversion. She relished the feel of her enhanced body, wondering how plain sex must've been before she was so nicely endowed.

She'd have to properly thank Willow, Toni, Sandra and Dillon for her liberation. Even if she had sabotaged it.

“Harder.” Emi commanded, shortly after screaming out. “OH YES!” As Doug accelerated pace and increased **** of each plunge in. Soon it wasn't just his hips bucking into Emi as a combination of his hips colliding with Emi's as his arms forcefully pulled her back into him by her flared hips.

As he finally came inside Emi she gasped and panted in orgasmic bliss, relishing as her father slowly pulled his cock free from her tight hold on it.

“Lay down.” Emi commanded, the primal mind of her father submitting as Emi mounted atop of him one hand on his throat as she took his cock into her one more time.

You need to protect it.

Knowingly Emi sensed what she needed to do, the Idol's energies being welcomed as they flowed just a little bit more into her.

As she fucked atop her father, hands held firmly on his throat she passionately brought her forehead to touch his.

Delving into his mind she sensed his soul, trying to fortify itself. The act of fucking his daughters corrupting him as much as they had abstained from releasing the Idol's energies into him.

Emi wandered around the chaotic world of her father's thoughts, seeking the primal instinctive beast that had been empowered and emerged through the acts of this night.

Grinning mischievously Emi thought of a classic piece of literature.

She was seeking her father's own Mr. Hyde.

Sensing its formless presence Emi called it out mentally. Within her father's perception of their fucking she sensed its growing presence. Looking down on her fathers as it pressed up against her back, squeezing her breasts and growing in form as her father's delirious state was incapable of rejecting its phantasmal being.

Turning to face the dark beast within the deepest most perverse recesses of her father Emi was disappointed by how tame it appeared.

Something she intended to fix.

Drawing the primitive instinctive fragment to the surface of her father's mind Emi soon found herself passionately kissing her father on his bed as she rode atop of him. She could feel his body toning, his cock swelling larger within her.

His ears grew pointed as his mouth grew wide with sharpened fangs.

As the duo came to climax Emi infused just that one aspect of her father's mind and soul with the Idol. Rolling over off his now gargantuan cock to recover from what she had started.

As Emi panted, her mortal coil needing to recover from actions it had never been designed to endure long she soon found her ankle grabbed.

First one, then the other joining it, clenched together in the now monstrous claws that had replaced her father's hands Emi couldn't help but be impressed. Then scream in surprise and delight as she felt the beasts cock slowly press into her ass.

Looking at the form fucking her she delighted in its hunger to become further infused. Its willingness to fuck her increasing the flow of corruptive energies she could channel into it.

Soon the ruckus of their fucking gathered her mother and sisters into watching, envious of the beast they hadn't had a chance to enjoy themselves.

Doug's body was now a dark blue, almost bordering on black, his now 10’ tall form bent over top of Emi as the musculature of his body continued to bulk, bat like wings and an almost reptilian tale sprouting forth.

Pulling its cock from Emi's ass it aimed it in the direction of its audience, gray cum erupting in well placed shots at their beautiful faces.

Folding its wings the creature began to gracefully walk out of the room as if some show dog.

Exiting the house what had been Doug, and would be come dawn it took flight. The gargoyle forged into being from Doug's perverted instincts to breed, and protect.

Breathing deeply in satisfaction Emi looked over at her mother and sisters licking cum from each other.

“Sad he won't remember this come tomorrow.” Emi remarked feeling growing fatigue over taking her.

“At least we'll have a beast to help take his soul when we get back.” Terryl responded before moaning as Claire sucked on her tit. “Our new Lord is waiting.”

Terryl and her daughters got dressed and filed into the van. Driving off into the darkness they had their exit covered, an unknowing alibi to simply state they'd left for a religious retreat. Something their social circles wouldn't question with word of the cancelled wedding and why.

Come night Doug would fall asleep, awakening as a gargoyle to creep the night and protect their baptismal pool from consecration.