Her First Victim Breaks Free

Bianca was fuming. She had come to terms with the terror rather quickly after her joints went stiff and she found herself frozen in place, stuck with her husband midstride.

She was angry, she was hateful, she wanted to lash out at the woman that somehow froze them still.

Bianca felt heat bubbling inside her as the woman had the audacity to say Bianca's husband wasn't loyal. Then to grind against him and fraternize with him like some cheap whore. Bianca glared with all her intent feeling her fury snapping any rational thought left.

How dare she touch MY husband. The thought swirled in her head, she wanted nothing more than to smack the bitch. To jump her and tackle her to the ground assaulting her with a flurry of hits.

Bianca felt movement.

As Tiffany moaned lavishly on Bianca's husband's dick the smooth marble veneer that encased Bianca cracked. Then splintered.

With previously unknown speed, urgency, and fury Bianca charged forward, reaching around her husband and tackling the snake haired woman to the ground.

Leaning over Tiffany Bianca hissed dominantly, squeezing the woman's breasts with new appreciation for her curves.

Tiffany moaned as the woman fondled her breasts, gasping as her nipples were pinched and Bianca gradually leaned down to suck long and hard on a tit.

Bianca wasn't the woman she was when she turned to marble. She had always been a bit of a trophy wife, push up bras, latest fashions, always clothes that flaunted her well toned figure.

Her blonde hair was now an emerald green, her tits were the envy of her former self. Beautifully resting E cups with tiny pert nipples. Her hips flared gratuitously, bearing her perfect round ass that she now hefted in the air as she explored Tiffany with her lips.

Bianca thought about her jealousy, she was right to be jealous. Her husband didn't deserve such a woman. Bianca was oblivious to how the Idol had harnessed her jealousy and desire. Using it to accelerate changing her, warping her own perceptions as she opened up and jumped at the first chance for what she wanted.

What the Idol wanted.

Bianca moaned happily as her sensitive turgid nipples dragged elegantly across the cold floor beneath her, waving her ass in the air ready for any cock, tongue, or finger to make use of her in passing. She always enjoyed being desired, now she lived for it, not to just receive coveting glances. But to fulfill any such desires.

Running her tongue up Tiffany's slit she soon found the clit. Bianca explored it with her tongue, curiously enjoying the way it wobbled with each circle of her tongue. A finger slipped in to Tiffany's snatch to approving moans.

“Mmm… That's right…” Tiffany moaned looking straight into the smokey eyed beauty eating pussy for the first time. “You know where to… AAHH…”

Bianca thought about every time she masturbated, where she liked to feel the roll, press, drag of a finger, or toy. Feeling the pussy grow wetter and slicker exciting her, the increasing crescendo of gasps and moans from Tiffany emboldening Bianca's action.

Forgotten was the mousy house wife who was terrified her husband might be cheating on her to the point of denial. Her jealousy at Tiffany's actions twisted into jealousy of not being involved.

Finger fucking Tiffany she gazed over her shoulder at the marble sculpture of her husband. “How do you like me now? Whorish enough for you?” She snidely remarked, half wishing to leave him stuck there, half wishing he or someone else could come fuck her.

Fingering her own pussy with one hand Bianca dragged her self up to suckle on Tiffany's breasts, her hands unyielding in their actions on both their pussies.

Tiffany moaned lavishly growing every more excited as her hands wove less and less through Bianca's hair, the strands of vibrant green increasingly merging together, slithering about between her fingers. Gazing down Tiffany couldn't help but smile at the head of emerald green tree boas forming atop Bianca's head.

“Give… me… yo… ur… so…ul… joy… nnn… usss… sisss….ter…” Tiffany asked feeling her own orgasm coming to fruition.

Bianca felt an exciting dread surge through her at the proposal, sucking hard on a tit she thought of her marriage. She was given glimpses of assorted infidelities commited by those joining the legions thralls.

Father's with daughter. Husbands with in laws.

Her own husband getting his cock sucked by the far bar.

She had given her everything to her marriage, now she felt her soul slipping into something else.

“Yes… YES… YES! Pleeeasssseee me….” Tiffany moaned feeling herself on the verge of squirting.

Yes… Bianca thought feeling her orgasm flourish into sudden life, her soulless void quickly filling with the Idol's perversions as Tiffany squirted across her face in climax at the recently fallen soul.