Her Daughters?

"You have only to do one of two things to walk free." The sultry, commanding voice echoed down from the largest throne in the center of a line of thrones, the voice of the figure known to Terryl before the demonic figure was clearly visible alongside her sisters.

Terryl cursed being bound to the cross, unable to avert her gaze from the regrettably arousing naked demonic beauties before her. She felt the weakness within her that had lead to her self medicating and abusing substances reverberating, calling for her to just let go, to just embrace how easy it could be. Terryl sobbed in hopeless fear, broken by what she had been **** to see, feeling herself to be an even greater failure as just a person. No, as a mother. Not only had she failed to raise daughters who were chaste, pure, and resistant to such temptations. She had failed to lead by example away from them embracing those temptations into damning each of them, one after the other. But worse still she was failing herself as a devout woman of faith.

Terryl tried to think of a prayer, the warming of the shackles seemingly in response upon her body, and their tense restraint breaking any attempt to focus on anything other than the here, now, and the powerless position she felt herself to be in.

Her flesh, her blood, the product of sanctioned sin.

Emi stood proudly looking happily to each side of her, the product of her destiny with the Idol. Not just simple soulless demonic creations, but soulful Arch Demons. So much more potent and purer than those otherwise corrupted by the Idol upon their mortal plane, they were infused through communion directly by the Idol's source. Soulful creations reforged into new creations by the Idol itself.

"You've simply got the put your legs together, condemning yourself upon your cross, and renounce your spawn, your daughters." Emi’s voice twisted from hesitation on the second last word to emphasis on the final.one.

Terryl could feel the chains holding her legs grow slack, the slightest shuffle of her legs together alerting her to how wet, aroused, and engorged her pussy was with need.

"You've burdened us with your weakness."

"You've burdened us with your sin."

"You've burdened us with your faults."

"You've burdened us with your flaws."

"You've burdened us with your body."

"You've burdened us with your mind."

Terryl felt the strain of her throat as she dryly sobbed, hearing each daughter in turn, while her eyes noticed an empty throne to one side of Emi.

"Well, renounce us MOTHER." Emi spat the last word with particular venom, her sister's revealing themselves as the source for the prayer, the chanting, the incantations.

"We are the product of your mind, your body, your soul." Approaching her mother Emi gently took her mother's chin and guided her to see the caring gaze of her demonic child. "We may have fallen due to flaws and weaknesses we inherited, but the Idol has lifted us, refined, and recreated us. Better, stronger, HAPPIER."

Terryl fought, and struggled to respond, to utter one question, a dark fear within her growing of the response, of the dark desire to hear the answer.

"Ww.... w..." Terryl sniffled, and sobbed, she fought the desire to just be taken, to relinquish herself from having any part in this. She could sense some impression from the haze of memories of her corrupt times with her daughters that there was a significance to this, a dark potent reason why she and her daughters weren't merely corrupted, seduced, and pleasured until they simply relinquished their souls in a sex crazed state.

It was using them, it wanted them willingly, wholly, and completely.

Swallowing deeply, Terryl fought to steady her breathing. "Wha.... wha... whattt.." Terryl inhaled a deep, long breath, relishing the success of uttering that first word. "IF," the next one came out strangely clearer, and emphasized with unintended ****, feeling as if accidentally spit out before her. "I..." That last word just seemed to fall free from Terryl's lips as she exhaled, deeply sobbing again for a moment.

"Can't." Terryl felt herself start to hyperventilate in fear. Sudden realization that there was another terror clawing at her from deep inside herself, a terror so primordial she could feel herself start to tremble at the realization of just how real it was.

Emi leaned in, her breathing steady, yet heavy. As if Emi was panting while slowly, lovingly being fucked, long and sensuously. "Then you can join my sisterhood." Emi moaned lavishly, "By becoming a daughter of my corruption."

Emi's sisters, her now declared daughters by corruption continued to speak together, as if a catholic congregation in prayer together

Bound by flesh, bound by blood, bound in spirit.

The sins of the mother, the sins of the father, the sins of the child.

Bound by flesh, bound by blood, bound by the spirit of the Mother and the Father.

The sins of the mother, the sins of the father, bound by the sins of the child.

Forged of bodies, minds and souls.

New life, new choice, new faults.

Inheriting the blood, wrong, and sins.

Bound by the mother, bound by the father, destined forever.

Her flesh, her blood, the product of sanctioned sin.

Suddenly Terryl had a new dark revelation about the words being uttered by her daughters, about their meaning and what they told as they began repeating again. It resonated deep within her, it stoked a fury at how the whole thing was not just some parody of her own faith, but a corrupting perversion of it.

"Do you, my mother. Embrace your sins, take the promise of youth, pleasure, sex, and life ever lasting?" Emi asked, her alluring voice undertoned with a sinister connotation of there being no going back from this. "Do you renounce your faith, and desecrate it, communing with that which came before it, deservingly being lifted of the weight of worldly concerns reborn and created anew in your new Gods image?" As Emi uttered the words sternly she gasped and moaned, her body swaying fluidly as if it were being fucked by something impercievable to Terryl.