Her Roommates are Home

They had waited for her.

Still all locked in partially corrupted states.

Phallic tentacles stretched from walls and ceilings suspending Toni and Willow.

Toni was arched on her back, suspended by tentacles wrapped around her legs, hips and shoulders. Two thicker tentacles double penetrating her, as she lapped at her sister’s clit. Her embraced breasts swaying in the ensnared tentacles which seem to suckle on her nipples with their tips.

Sandra was being double penetrate by Dillon, her arms and breasts similarly held to Toni, her mouth lavishly sucking on one of the larger tentacles.

Willow hung from a wall, two enormous tentacles pounding into the shameless woman, as she held and stroked several more, taking turns sucking each one.

As Emi stepped into the room Dion began to lower the trio to the floor, releasing them to enjoy the new roommates Emi had returned with.

Claire barely paused a moment seeing the perverse wall's appendages waving about hypnotically, their movements making her think of the aloof sway of a cats tail. She eagerly charged in excited to taste Toni's ass and pussy on two of the appendages as Emi made out passionately with each of her roommates in turn.

Mutually gratuitous groping eagerly performed before the rest of the new arrivals took turns to introduce, or reintroduce themselves.

As the greetings were all completed Emi's family soon found their enthusiastic sexual antics paused.

With few words the 10 corrupted individuals frolicked on their way to the elevators.

Fingering, stroking, kissing, groping, into the elevator, out onto another floor and down the hallway they had little use for other than walls they press each other's naked forms against.

Until they got to Dion's door.

“Come find us when you're done.” Toni passionately told Emi before parting company with the woman she had missed dearly on multiple corrupt levels over the past couple days. “The Idol's saving us for you.”

“You must be something special, we've tried giving our souls over multiple times. So many of the neighbours were changed.” Willow gushed, thinking about some of the souls she had already retrieved for the Idol, only to be told her time wasn't yet as another succubus, incubus, or other demonic denizen was transformed beneath her.

Sandra hugged Emi warmly before sauntering away with her sister, her sister's boyfriend and Willow. They would do what they've been doing for days. Make calls to minimize suspicion of their absence from the larger world, then fuck until Emi came to collect their darkened souls.

Dion's now double apartment doors opened with the grandiose drama and suspense of an oxymoronic mix of red carpet welcome, and horror film suspension. The unit was dark, not for lack of light entering from the hall so much as the corrupt building's habit of concealing its dark heart.

Slowly from what had been the center of the living room, red light began to throb, pulsing outwards, first up to the ceiling and down to the floor, rippling out through a veritable network of veins. Each pulse resonating with the beat of a heart, its passing leaving a slightly brighter glow as the pulses climbed and descended walls until meeting.

Dion's corruption hadn't yielded a typical demonic individual. His wife had harnessed his curse and not just changed him, but summoned his essence into being the worldly vessel for a demon long unable to exist in this world.

The beast of Astaroth was the purest manifestation of the Idol's realm to occupy the Earth in millennia. Dion was as purely demonic as anything that could be summoned to this plane. At this time.

As the red glow illuminated the darkened room a truly wondrous scene was unveiled. The slowly glowing veins that illuminated the room lead together weaving into a tree trunk like core. With blind hunger for new prey, and nourishing sexual acts, corruption, and souls Dion had expanded a web or tentacles through the entire building, all leading back to here.

As Emi, Claire, Caroline, Fiona, Kathy, Monica, Julia, and their mother Terryl admired the glorious construct something stirred at its core. As the women's eyes adjusted to the dark room's light illumination they became aware of the women encased in the trunk.

Stubbornly resistant.

Unworthy.

Even just simply unlikely to be missed.

They breathed heavily, their moans muffled by the tentacles feeding them, fucking them, filling them. Dion slowly and continuously fucked and came in his bound captors. Farming them for their sexual energies, while slowly turning them into gorgeous sex addicted husks.

Exploring the room Monica lapped at the exposed nipple of one such woman, fondling her other breasts, while examining the tentacles suspending the woman. The woman tried to adding to her muffled chorus of pleased sounds in response, unaware it was another person adding to the overwhelming **** of pleasure.

Her eyes were clasped shut, sore from being rolled up so long. All she was aware of hearing were the sounds she was trying to emit and the pounding of her own heart as she was brought to a new apex of climax.

Terryl stroked the face of one woman. Something just told her who it was. A devout religious woman, she had been 95 years old, her body's age regressed through the corruption **** upon her. Terryl grinned broadly, thoughts of how she had already been spared a fate such as this for stubbornly not relenting a soul.

Even though Terryl was yet to be asked for it.

As they all explored the room and its trapped subjects Emi approached one spot at the pillar of tentacles in the center of the room. She could feel it stirring in there. As she watched she could see the tentacles shifting enabling something deep within to surface. First it was some new tentacle ends, then it seemed to press out, appearing almost as if a sea anemone.

As if it seemed to scan the room it stopped and moved its flailing tentacled end to face Emi. As Emi looked at it in curiosity she sensed the source of the corruption that had tainted her. This monstrosity was what she had come here for Emi realized. She felt her heart skip.

Stepping forward to it Emi screamed out in delight as she was pulled into the midst of the stalk the appendages had spread from. Arching her back she could swear it was doing more than just reaching into her pussy, her nipples almost seemed to burn, the pain doing nothing but amplifying her pleasure as Dion's form reached through her nipples to taste her corrupted milk right from its source. One, two, no three tentacles wove into her pussy, swelling larger and larger as they pressed up into her.

Two more reached around and pressed into her ass, as others embraced across her back. Catching Emi as her knees quickly gave way to the pleasure.

Terryl knew the normal response to this should have been terror, but she hungered for what Emi told them they had come here for.

They had each completed their infernal baptism into followers of the Idol's in what had been the family hot tub.

Now they had come here, with their first communion they would taste of a body and blood of their new saviour. In a third act they would devoutly commit in full heresy of the faith they had all followed so well compared to others.

“Do it! FUCK ME HARDER!” Emi screamed out, eyes wide in delight as another tentacles reared up like a snake, violently striking into her mouth muffling her sounds as she felt her body inundated in a hurricane of pain and pleasure, her belly, throat and insides distending as the tentacles pressed inwards.

The only thing preventing her organs all bursting from the increasing mass within her being the very corruption of her baptism.

“I want that.” Caroline remarked in awe, Dion responding to her query by crudely dropping one woman ensconced in the wall to the floor.

The former bag lady caught in the back alley, breathed heavily before falling asleep. Her first break from the endless fucking in 3 days, her broken mind regretting that the mind breaking experience had halted before withdrawing to desperately needed rest and recovery.

“YES!” Caroline cried out before gurgling on one of the tentacles reaching down from where the bag lady had been hanging. As other tentacles groped around her breasts, and between her legs Caroline moaned approvingly as she was hefted from the floor, new tentacles sprouting up and into her off the ones hooked around her legs.

Monica smiled perversely kissing Caroline's distending stomach as tentacles visibly snaked within her before turning and strutting up to her twin.

Pulling Julia close and kissing deep, and passionately Monica looked her twin straight in the eye.

“Together?” Monica asked her twin.

Julia smiling giddily in response simply stated,“Together.”

Laying down on the tentacle covered floor they pressed their bodies together, fingering each other and making out, not stopping until they both cried out in painful and pleasurable delight, feeling newly grown tentacles burrow into them, they looked into each other fleetingly with love as they felt the tentacles distending each other's stomachs against each other, adding to their perverted delight.

Moaning and crying out, Monica rocked atop her sister as the tentacles thrust into them in sync, a new fat tentacle worming up from their mons, demonic cum lubing its penetration to snake between their bodies, through the tunnel of their combined cleavage, and between their hard sealed kissing lips.

Their making out evolved into a double blowjob of the appendage, before it too split and delved into both their cock hungry mouths.

Terryl excited by the wondrous new sexual depths and experience her daughters were delving to leaned into the religious woman's ear watching as her daughter hit new perverted depths in pursuit of this new religion.

“You aren't worthy.” Terryl whispered, feeling herself grow more aroused as Emi, Monica, and Julia's body's reverted to their increasingly demonic forms. She felt so proud seeing their horns, was Emi sprouting a tail? “I want you to watch the truly worthy religiously ascend.”

Sensing Terryl's desire the tentacles ejaculated into the woman, filling her with not just corrupt demonic cum, but stimulants to keep her awake.

As Dorothy hit the floor she exhaled in relief, her vision blurred with the tears in her eyes from the rigorous experience. Then the shakes started. Her body convulsing slightly as it suffered withdrawl. Dorothy thought she'd crave nothing but sleep if she ever got free, but found her body desiring her to return to where she had been for… It must've been days.

Weakly noticing the other woman standing there her gaze went into a panic, looking to warn the woman to save herself, as Terryl proudly climbed up into the web of tentacles that had imprisoned and tortured Dorothy for so long.

Dorothy swallowed deeply, envy and jealousy creating a great pit in her stomach. Trying to shake it from her head Dorothy tried to remember the verses to one of the prayers she had used to protect herself, her sleep deprived and sex rattled brain unable to formulate the divine words she needed to conjure.

Feeling the chill of the air across her sweat and cum glazed skin Dorothy suddenly came to be aware of just what had happened to her. Smooth youthful skin, firm full breasts she could have only dreamed of in her teens… Gazing around she watched as more of these new arrivals seemed to offer themselves, quickly developing the features her own son had when he had come to visit.

Gazing up at the woman who had taken her place Dorothy wondered if this was the rapture, and had she been abandoned to these things.

Terryl grinded and squirmed looking to pose and accentuate her form, her pleasure, her perversion to what she now considered a misguided heathen. Perhaps she would forgive the woman and spare her when she was done receiving her first communion.

Fiona laid back on the floor, enjoying as tentacles quickly bound her ankles and wrists, leaving even more to squirm across her as she eagerly guzzled on the one phallus as it blocked her breathing, the lack of air temporarily adding a new euphoria to the sexual mix before she found her ability to breath mystically restored.

Kathy, wanting to watch Fiona beneath her was excited to find herself slowly suspended from the ceiling. The two of them watching almost a mirror of the sexual acts Dion was doing to not just them, but their whole family.

Claire masturbated, debating just where she belonged.

Yes, you too. Anywhere.

Before she could even consider the voice in her head she found herself pulled against a wall by tentacles from behind. One hand resting on her belly as is slowly ballooned out as if pregnant, the impression and feel of the tentacles within her adding to her delight.

Dion held them all, fucked them, violated them, groped them, choked them, and did it all over and over again.

His cum dripped from Kathy down onto Fiona. It leaked from all of them, all of their orifices. Their horns were becoming permanent, their tails developing forth and waving about in exploration. Caroline even used hers to try jacking the tentacles inside her off.

Kathy and Fiona's entwined and stroked each other, as Julia and Monica squeezed yet one more thing into each other.

Dorothy fought the urge to lick the droplets from Terryl off the floor, off of Terryl. She fought to ignore her cravings for the cum. Unable to stop her fingers from playing with it.

Emi, her sisters, and her mother all hit new sexual highs, climaxing unceasingly as they were put through the vigors that had rendered countless relinquished souls. But these women weren't being turned fully just yet. They still had human mortal limits on parts of their minds and bodies. Ones being pushed second by second.

One by one as their orgasms cascaded to their individual limits the world seemed to fade to black.

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