Margosha Dedicates Herself

Gia slurped on the cock mewing in corresponding delight to the moans of the bound man on the table. “Mmm…. Don’t you worry… That tight pussy is going to have you shortly.” Gia moaned, channeling corrupt energies into the swelling cock, unable to resist palming his balls, seeking to corrupt their production to further taint herself, and any others who would make use of him in future.

Closing her eyes and moaning softly, Gia imagined just what this cock would be twisted into with continued use and service to the Idol. Each night she experienced ever more vivid images of the divine infernal transmutations on those that the Idol had liberated of human restraints.

She envied them. Gia had pledged her soul every time she masturbated, fucked, and spread the Idol’s taint. Even before she had been corrupted by it she had held a fascination with Pagan faiths and Demonology. Such a fertile ground for the Idol, Gia would have likely pledged willingly to fuck a demon had she encountered one.

Grinning as she heard Margosha moan softly, Gia knew she was gaining a kindred spirit.

Margosha as a person was genuine and nice, the only things that hindered her full corruption into the Idol’s service. But those character traits seemed to pale and bend the knee at her growing knowledge and awareness. The Idol’s shared knowledge oppressing any concept of resistance as she gained awareness of its age, power, and the many souls it had snapped to its will through the ages, and not simply its most recent Earthly legions.

As each thought of submission and impotence emerged in response to the runes on her arm awakening from dormancy she began to actually embrace and enjoy the new awareness of what she had done.

She had been helping, not just the Idol, but each person.

Rolling her head in slow, passionate, delight. Margosha grew even more excited, for what she would now be able to do. Giggling madly and euphorically as she grew aware of just what gifts the Idol had sought to bestow upon Robby's stubborn soul.

She would be able to help even better.

It just wanted her to fully, openly, and knowingly commit. By consenting to finish what she had already started. The Idol couldn’t wait, Gia’s impatience had seen to that. It needed Margosha’s knowing conscious services urgently.

Gia was a hazard to freeing everyone, to ending their suffering...

Standing up Margosha peeled off and discarded her jeans and underwear, fondled her mesh clad breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples.

Running a finger across her glistening slit Margosha tasted her own pussy for herself for a change. Purring happily. She had tasted herself off of the occasional cock in the past, but now she found a new divine taste and pleasure in the act.

Her tongue able to taste the corruption now spreading from within her, and the power it could bestow.

Smiling as Margosha’s eyes glowed violet she slowly stood, and sauntered to Gia with new confidence, and allure.

The runes glowed throughout her sleeve, shifting alignment changing shape. The art on her arms grew more graphic, but so subtly a person would have to actually take a prolonged close look to see what they thought they saw. As the magic art took on rorschach properties.

Feeling the magic flow through her, corrupting her as she resolutely affirmed her new infernal God’s wishes. Her hair grew more glossy, its faded dye job growing more vibrant. Her smokey gothic eye makeup grew sharper, more enhanced. Margosha felt the one crooked front tooth she had straighten into place, as she gazed down in knowing expectation as her black finger nails grew glossy, their bitten edges extending into perfectly filed triangles. Just in time for her to scratch them down Gia’s back, sliced skin blossoming with blood before healing in the wake of the raking pass. Gia moaning pleasurably unaware of the new monster claw marks that now artfully inked her skin with black and red.

Picking up the corrupted tattoo gun Margosha phallicly licked across its surface, pulling what remnant corruption was left in it into herself, her free hand tracing a nail delicately across the lower back of the Idol’s tramp sucking cock before her.

Moaning lusciously Margosha put down the once again inert tattoo gun, sucking on her index finger before plunging the finger deep into her pussy, Scooping up her own corrupt fluids she stroked the fingers across the pussy and ass of the slowly demonizing devotee before her, teasing each opening with an insertion.

As Gia swayed her ass and attempted to press back into Margosha’s digit she felt the warm press of Margosha’s palm where she had been tracing her finger.

Gia moaned, cried and screamed suddenly louder and more incoherently into the cock in her mouth. Gia couldn’t help but gag herself on it as her eyes winced, her brain shocked and torn between whether the searing sensation above her ass was pain or pleasure.

No… No… Why! NOO! Don’t! Gia’s panicked thoughts and corrupted form struggled with sudden awareness of what was happening. She felt her brow ache as her horns retracted slightly, her stubby tail grew numb and receded.

You MUST wait. The Idol imprinted upon Gia’s mind, knowing fully that the corrupted woman was so close to its legions she could sense the Idol sealing her growing link, closing the proverbial tap leaking its influence with ever greater ease into the world around her.

You will lay low. You will only consort with those you already lay with.

Rolling her head Margosha moaned softly, feeling the effects of her willful work for the Idol, it's whispers growing louder, and more coherent within her mind.