Margosha Finds Her New Way

Margosha barely had to look past the taxi as it sped away. The old man having picked Margosha and Gia up at the parlor eager to collect on his promised payment. Gia having rushed into the front seat to begin playing with him as he drove them some where more secluded. The residential street was eerily quiet and still. The ambient aura of the Idol’s pool gently obscuring people’s attention from that which lay in their midst. It’s guardians presence at night cloaked by an inexplicable inclination the neighbours had to go to bed early, for the most arousing of perverted dreams, or to lose themselves in the latest best sex of their lives. Leaving honest, innocent witnesses incapable of testifying against the growing evil contaminating the idyllic street.

Margosha herself doubted that this was the place at a glance. Her only assurance was Gia, and a strange pull that drew Margosha’s attention back to the house with every glance away.

The dull ache of the freshly punctured piercings seemed to flow in an electrifying pleasure. It had been a busy night closing up shop. Margosha had toured Gia around like cattle, milking her friend ever further of corruption.

Reducing Gia further of the energies that had started to manifest Demonic traits.

The seats in the waiting area, the chair and benches staff or customers sat and worked upon. All the piercing and tattooing tools were tainted. In many case it wasn’t a simple infusion of energy, but a depraved act creating a more potent infusion of the Idol’s influence on the objects.

Margosha however wasn’t content with just that, she had set to work on something she felt more urgent. Channeling some of the siphoned corruption that had started transforming Gia into having demonic traits Margosha began corrupting her own pre-existing piercings, or giving herself new ones. Margosha embracing the enhanced senses, and drives of each one as she inflicted them upon herself.

Cupping her firm swollen breast Margosha couldn’t help but gasp and shudder in pleasure at the new nipple piercings clearly displaying through her mesh shirt. Stepping up to the front door she looked curiously through the front window before cautiously knocking.

Margosha shivered as a gust of wind rushed past her from the street, knocking once more she was unaware of the hulking shadowy forms that had descended upon the lawn behind her. Their watchful eyes unwavering from the lone individual to approach this home in as long as they had been sentries. Margosha questioned what she was doing, knocking on this random door, rubbing her legs together as she felt herself growing ever more epically aroused.

Turning to pace on the doorstep she froze. Her eyes widening with awareness and terror at the three gargoyle like forms that had stalked silently within feet of her. As the internal storm of fear, arousal, anxiety, panic and question of just how to react turmoiled for seemingly infinite seconds Margosha finally reacted.

The colours of her tattoos flared brightly, Margosha spasming and gasping in sudden intense pleasure as she felt her knees painfully hammer down on to the concrete as her legs collapsed. Panting heavily Margosha’s wide eyes barely perceived the flash of infernal black flames that flared and scorched her clothing for a second, all as she finally truly looked at the creatures standing over her.

This was its work, Margosha realized, she could sense the arcane energies that had twisted these humans, just as they had been twisting Gia, and now twisted her Margosha realized.

Yet there was something different about the changes to these creatures, they were clearly more bestial. Not that the thought and realization crossed Margosha’s mind, her eyes drifting between the monstrous cocks as she smacked and bit her lips as she felt the pull of all the corrupted piercings and ink on her mind and body.

Margosha began to reach out toward the monstrous cocks to either side, and moved to mouth the one smacked upon her yearning face by the center gargoyle as a hawk like shriek broke Margosha’s entrancement by scattering the three male gargoyles to the sky, revealing a fourth one now landing on the front lawn, followed by another.

Margosha panted slow, deep, and wantonly. Her tongue lapping her smacking lips as she just waited to welcome the newest monstrous creations. Craven new delights branding into her mind at the thought of being fucked by such inhuman creatures.

As they approached Margosha found herself trembling not from the Night chill upon her skin, but anticipation, her mind racing with the new inherent knowledge that many of the Idol’s legions needed to do little more than fuck a human to twist them into a new being.

A new being…

Margosha gasped and spasmed in climax at the idea. That was what she was here for she now knew with strangely strong inherent clarity.

Noticing the second gargoyle’s feminine form Margosha felt her mouth watering at the idea of being twisted into a similar being.

“Fuck me…” Margosha exhaled lightly, her mind aware that no invite or clear consent was needed to thoroughly condemn her to the fate inevitably before her, a deep mocking chuckle rumbling from deep within the masculine gargoyle in Response.

“Here we thought you were for a greater purpose.” The masculine gargoyle grumbled as he stood up fully and stepped up towards Margosha as the female gargoyle walked up on all fours behind him, rubbing against his back as if some feline pet.

“If she’d rather not walk the path of our daughters we could enjoy her right here.” The female gargoyle purred seductively brushing around the front of the other gargoyles leg, pausing to mouth his long flaccid cock. “Unless she heeds her high… er calling…”

Margosha dropped her jaw in arousal and shock at how alluringly and seductively the female gargoyle now walked away on all fours, her ass accented by every leg movement and swing of her tail. Before long Margosha found herself escorted by the gargoyles around the side of the house, through the gate, and into a lush yard where all the shadowy plants seemed to move and react to their very presence. Not that Margosha took a second to question the slight movement in the glowing wake of the enclosed jacuzzi.

The soft green glow just tugged on Margosha, she staggered towards it step by step, feeling her skin crawl and itch where ever it wasn’t exposed. She tugged and shuffled her garments without looking, actively shedding the taint and skin of societal norms. Ripping the garments in places before tumbling to the ground and rabidly tearing at her boot laces, eager to free her feet, and legs from the last restraints with an aggravated scream.

Had Margosha been able too she would’ve questioned the frustration, the immediate pull and need that fueled by her inability to wait.

As her pants were finally kicked free she crawled up into a run towards the shelter, unable to hear the bemused laughter of the pools guardians at the eager race for fulfillment from this new acolyte.

Margosha found herself suddenly stopped before the pool, breathing heavily, feeling suddenly cold from the night air as any last hesitation halted her for a moment. Margosha stuck questioning more why not then why should she, numerous memories of discussions after horror films where she would divulge her inclination towards being a hapless victim of the occult.