Lucille

Maria didn’t recognize the golden eyed woman who clearly not only knew Maria, but had known she was coming through here some how.

Glancing around she saw they were alone, a strange concept as anyone else Maria had seen had been engaged in coitus.

“You don’t recognize me, do you.” Spinning her golden scaled body and flaunting her gorgeous figure Lucille finished with a generous lift and grope of her large C cup tear drops, flicking a snake like tongue suggestively as Maria questioned if she glimpsed the reptilian woman’s tail turning to look at her as its body spun.

Its Lucille. The revelation voiced in her by the sexual identity she was trying to revoke the existence of.

“Do you like what I’ve done?” Lucille asked the stunned, still devout housekeeper corrupted in body but not yet properly in mind. “I didn’t enjoy it completely at first, but that didn’t last long.” Gasping pleasureably Lucille brushed her hands across her body, "In fact, it felt better as things went on."

Maria stammered, speechless. Maria had been angry and blamed Lucille for spreading the strange evil on the housekeeping carts. But never had she thought it was done intentionally, with almost a malign intent.

“It’s inevitable. Its in our nature.” Lucille added slowly approaching Maria as the increasingly enraged looking rejuvenated Italian woman scowled at the former housekeeper.

“Hhh... How d’are you. These sin, these eval.” Maria began to curse at Lucille, her words stopped suddenly as Maria started screaming in shock at two sharp sudden pains in her leg.

“I dared with soulful intent, and that was the best part. Shedding my soul to do it fully.” Lucille asserted as her tail withdrew from its venomous bite into the staggering back woman. “You’re only bringing the suffering on yourself, just embrace it. Embrace sharing it. Just like how I arranged for my son to be here.” Leaning forward Lucille mock whispered in a hushed voice, “I’m probably going to wake him in the morning with my lips around his cock.”

Maria staggered back, her body had seemed to cease with the burning pleasure for a few moments as she felt fury at Lucille. The emergent sexual voice in her head called out to attack. Lunge at her! Tackle her to the ground and see how she'd like a pussy atop her face! What am I thinking? Maria asked herself, in concern at the potent thought. Now it was back, the burning pleasure surging back into prominence bending Maria half over as the sensations reasserted itself, and greater than ever. The snake bite created a new concern, a worry of the evil that its venom likely contained now circulating within her. Poisoning her further.

“You can run, but there’s no leaving.” Lucille shouted with a taunting laugh as Maria broke into a staggered run on wobble suddenly weak feeling knees.

The world felt off kilter, perception seemed to lag as the floor seemed to slope back and forth like something out of a fun house. Fleeing out into the lobby Maria paused where a glass emergency exit door should have been. The marble wall she leaned against in its stead seeming to tingle with little zaps of relieving pleasure. Inviting her to grind against it, wiggling her ass out behind her for any takers.

No, she wouldn't... God how we could just wait to be taken...

Staggering along Maria ran as best she could as her mind grew hazier as she finally found a door.

Collapsing into it she couldn’t help but grunt and moan in heat, the momentary pause causing her to notices the strange spotted woman being fucked by a strange purple hued man bull mix.

Eric, Maria suddenly realized. As her mind lagged she became more aware of the situation. The multiple cow like women that were there, bellowing out towards Maria in pleasure, as Maria’s hands finally fumbled into pressing the push bar releasing the door.

Falling down upon the concrete outside Maria shook the desire to crawl back in and just wait in surrender for relief from rapture of pleasure incinerating her body.

Maybe I could get some milk...

I’m outside, I can make it. Not much further. Maria stubbornly thought slowly crawling away from the exit, staggering woozily to her feet before coming into view of the anarchy outside.

The cacophony of pleasure, howls, and bird like shrieks seemed like a sudden alarm to Maria’s brain as she found everything blurry in her renewed awareness of what was going on, except the bodies.

Werewolf like beasts ran about in strangely arousing hybrid forms, playfully bounding about, or fucking in jubilation at a successful nights hunt. Their numbers bolstered by the assorted patrons of the hotel who had made it so far.

Thunderous flapping overhead drew her gaze up to two entangled colourful bird people struggling to stay a float as the woman ground against the man her bird like legs hooked behind his ass as they clearly rutted in mid air awkwardly while kissing. The newly converted having taken to doing it to see just if it could be done.

Maria shook her head, she wanted to sneak past them. The idea of being chased down and taken doggy style by one of the mutts stirring in her head. Or a bird man tackling her into the ground and pinning her forcefully, holding her still as he had his way. The chase in either case an arousing foreplay of passively asserted dominance. Shaking the crude idea from her head a nearby fire escape swung open.

The man bolted blindly out, Maria finding herself strangely enthralled as the assorted canid people paused their rutting, howling, barking, and alerting each other. Their fucking dropped to launch a pursuit of strangely synchronous convergence upon the man.

Their dash in for the fuck ceasing as a dark shadow descended from the sky with a falcon like shriek.

The taloned feet impacted into his shoulders, lifting him up and carrying him back the way he came before eventually crashing him down onto a patch of grass on a traffic island not far from where Maria leaned against a wall. Maria gasped, wondering how many of these monsters were there now.

The bird like creature pinned its prey down, dropping its pussy upon the man’s face as the assorted members of the pack dispersed back to their previous activities unconcerned about the opportunity lost to their avian kindred.

Face skyward the feathered woman cried out in pleasure at her catch, their will slowly breaking as she felt their victims tongue begin to lap at the pussy atop their face. Her colourful plumage seemed to fan out in delight, iridescent colours shimmering to life under the parking lot lighting.

As winged arms fondled large full breasts contoured by gem like out lines across her mocha skin. As her head came down level with Maria there was no doubt about Alisha's fate. Just as the two harpies Maria had seen fucking in the air descended upon the man, mounting his raging hard on behind Alisha, reaching around and fondling her progenitor in the Idol's lineage. The bird like man she'd been fucking in the air descending to make it a double penetration.

Maria caught herself moaning longingly to be touched, a terrified recognition of the act crossing her mind as she was **** to face yet another co-worker who had fallen into damnation. Had they all fallen so far?

You will be next, if you try to leave.

The voice was deep and ominous, new dread, arousal and pleasure reverberated through Maria as the emergent alternate character in her head voiced encouragement to challenge the threat. Excited by the prospects of a knotted canid cock penetrating into her and anchoring itself until milked dry, or maybe one of their tails...

What else was there to do? Giant humanoid wolves stalked the lot before her, at least three bird like peopl able to take to the skies in pursuit. Behind her just inside the door the concierge, like Natalie, Lucille, Estelle and their manager all spread their demonic bestial afflictions.

Part of Maria just wanted to give up, A stubborn hope clung to within her as she slowly kneeled as a hyena like woman, recently exiled from the pack laughed, drawing the attention of others to join her in approaching Maria.

Fighting to not fondle her sensitive chest, Maria felt the pleasure torturously burning her as she clasped her arms before her, the clothes feeling too warm, and increasingly irritating upon her skin, squeezing her sensitive breasts with her arms a moan escaping the protest clamping her mouth shut. The incomplete pleasure surged seeming to spike in its torment as she fought the first two words she was dragging from the dark depths of her tainted mind.

Our father… As the prayer was trudged forth into coherent thought the beasts before her circled, held at bay as Maria found strength and healing in the words.

Breathing a deep breath of relief as the prayer words came easier and easier to mind, they soon rolled on wards to an end. Maria barely spared a moment to rejoice at the relief her body had gained just from the one prayer, an attempted lunge at her aborted as the words Maria prayed began to repeat.

By the end of the second prayer Maria rose to her feet, walking across the lot, secure in the safety of her faith. The torment she had been feeling pull and tempt her melting away, the distorting haze that had come into being with Lucille's bite losing to renewed focus. She was going to escape, she was going to survive. And she would use her rejuvenated youth to spend the rest of her life stopping the evil she had seen spawn here tonight.

Walking across the grounds Maria barely paid any heed to the shadowy forms racing back and forth. Approaching the new fence and gates Maria easily set about walking around them, careful not to become distracted by the increasing number of eyes watching in vane as she simply walked towards getting out of here.

The alternate persona cried and whined ever quieter as Maria accumulated prayer and grew closer to the gate entrance, eventually laughing hysterically as it dissipated into silence, causing Maria to ponder one question as a form stood before her under the flickering flame casting light between the gates.

Maria felt her body stiffen, movement slowly halting as Maria more clearly saw the form before her. Its hairs shifting, eyes glowing out with their stare towards Maria as Tiffany confidently strutted up in all her naked glory.

“Seeing is believing my dear, unfortunately for you. Believing that I am, what I am allowed us to stop your exit.” Maria wanted to respond to the comment, to pray aloud and ward back the demonic monstrosity. Yet felt herself being just still, there was no stiffness, no breath, a strangely natural feeling of immobility. Maria could only wonder how it was she could be still conscious, still cognitive, when turned to stone. The being stone felt truly natural and normal, the strange awareness of her senses seeming to unnaturally scream at her, before they began to change. Maria struggled to rescind identifying the Medusa pulled from mythology before her, but it was too late, suddenly she could see all around her, the forms dispersing back to their rutt, or their hunt as Tiffany alluringly strutted up to Maria.

“You might be wondering how you aren’t dead.” Tiffany monologued as she circled the statuesque housekeeping maid. “The answer is, why waste a perfectly good soul.” Tiffany whispered before gesturing off into the dark as a strangely twisted chimera of animal features on a man approached.

“Place her in the garden with the others.” Tiffany casually ordered, before strutting back to the gate.

As Maria felt her perspective shift and sway as she was carried off she recited prayer in her head, believing herself a victim of a Medusa she had but two hopes. Some miraculous religious cure being delivered to her.

Or the release of her tortured soul.

Soon she recognized the gardens on the grounds where she seemed to be placed among several other statues waiting to be found homes, their tortured voices heard by one another as they remained static. The slow dull waves of pleasure reaching their souls encased in stone like gentle waves upon a beach.

Teasing them with what they rejected.