Devon and Kaylee, a married couple

Kaylee felt almost like something being dragged through water.

She felt relaxed and lazy, almost sleepish.

“BE FREE!” Her date… No that wasn't the term for him… Well he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the door, steering clear of the assorted sex acts that had emerged in the crowd, the orgy on the dance floor…

Then he changed direction. Like a kite suddenly pulled in a different direction by the wind, Kaylee lurched as they suddenly reversed course alongside several others skirting, or being pulled into, the excitement in the room.

Hugging a side wall they soon exited the dim lit chaos of the ballroom into the brightly lit stills of the back corridor. Kaylee smiled as they paused there for a moment, as…. What was his name?

Well he looked back and forth wondering which way would lead out.

“Don't worry… We're going to get help.” The words seemed to almost echo off the daze remaining pleasantly front and center in Kaylee's mind. She grinned dumbly, more than content to sit still.

The Idol's corruption took its footholds wherever it could, and with Kaylee it was the calm relaxed state she had always wanted. A pleasant plum stupor which had her more resistant husband dragging her about. She was equal parts unresistant and uncommited to joining the Idol.

Hearing a commotion to the right towards the loading docks he finally decided to turn left. Zipping up the corridor as people spilled in behind them from the main hall. He barely paused to glimpse someone whose jacket appeared to be a flame with strangely blue fire.

Devon was determined, he would get his wife out of here. Seeing more people spill in up a head he almost instinctively jerked his wife hard to the right holding Kaylee tight in a door way as several people fleeing this way seemed to be flung into others, a relative few left stampeded past going the opposite direction.

Increasing panicked cries of people fleeing grew distant all that was left were crying, painful groans and laboured breathing. Slowly they disturbingly seemed to twist, steadily becoming hypersexual moans, groans, and pleading.

Devon felt his heart hammering in his chest, he fought against breathing loud and heavily, holding Kaylee beside him against wall. His cock throbbed in his pants, was Kaylee pressing up against him?

He swore he could hear soft, yet heavy foot falls, peering around the corner he almost gasped at what he saw.

It looked like some sort of cross between a female body builder and a pornstar, with an elephant like head proportioned to it's torso. Slowly, steadily, and calmly it stepped around the assorted people. Its trunk seemingly affectionately brushed across one woman's open back dress, reaching around to the woman's face where she almost eagerly seemed to mouth and kiss the trunk that had just brushed across her.

Devon watched with strangely baited breath for a few moments as the woman seemed to crane her head, kissing first, then mouthing, and even **** slightly as she begun to be deep throated by the phallic trunk. Slowly withdrawing it the elephant woman tasted the end of her trunk before rubbing it up, down and around a tusk.

Devon dropped his jaw, watching as the tusk visibly grew longer and longer. When it was 24” long the elephant woman seemed to easily pop it free, her trunk bringing it around to the woman's face and inserting it into her mouth, muffling the exaggerated gratuitous sound of pleasure from the woman.

“No…NO…NO. NO. NO NO!” One man started crying in panic as he suddenly realized the creature was hovering nearby. He struggled to crawl away, the trunk seemed to effortlessly rip him back towards it by his belt.

Leaning down to hold him still the elephant woman whispered in his ear. “This will only hurt for a second.” Her trunk pulling another tusk free and with supernatural instincts impaling it through his pants and anally violating the man as his **** cries gave way to pleasured whimpers.

“I want what they're having.”

Devon shrieked in surprise pushing Kaylee back into hiding and cursing himself.

The elephant woman looked down the hall towards their hiding location, slowly positioning her ears to try to listen more carefully over the sounds of the five people she had tackled and was incapacitating with her tusks.

Devon looked at Kaylee, glaring with contempt only to bite his lip and listen for any advance of the creature while amazed at his wife's still rather dazed composure. Looking at the door they were hiding by it looked obvious where it lead. Peaking through the window he quietly ushered Kaylee out of the hall.

Cringing at the loudly swinging door behind them as he gazed in terror at what lay in the empty room.

The kitchen was abandoned. The well lit room was still and quiet in contrast to the hall. Counters and work spaces were full of laid out desert platters people had been eating from. Half eaten desserts lay discarded all over the place, some platters appearing as if they were crashed into or haphazardly moved out of the way.

Streaks of icing were scattered all over, short tusk like objects left discarded here or there, objects left behind as Jessie had taken people into her herd before their tusks had fully matured.

As Devon lead Kaylee cautiously forward by one hand he was unaware of his wife's actions. A stroke of a finger scooping icing from here and there. Pulling a rather dildo looking tusk out of one platter she quietly licked the icing free of.

Kaylee calmly thought of how much she loved dessert. She even had this man whom she just couldn't fully recall. Her mind was growing in desire, she was enjoying her blissful daze, but had begun craving the idea of laying back to be kissed all over. Slowly the idea grew to her of being naked as numerous unseen lips kissed, nipped, and sucked on her naked form.

Then the idea of being fucked amongst a throng of people emerged. Kaylee’s mind was growing more corrupted as the Idol manipulated her passively through her blissful daze.

Devon had abstained from dessert, and the ****. It was in keeping to a strict diet, part of the training for his fire fighters exams.

Devon wondered where the staff were, what happened to them. If there was another way out of the kitchen. There had to be, fire code required it.

Then he heard it. A muffled moan. Freezing still like a deer in headlights he looked around. All the knives and sharp implements seemed to be missing.

Grabbing a rolling pin he quickly realized it was too heavy to wield reasonably. Letting go of Kaylee's hand Devon stalked towards the sound wary of the horrors he had already seen this night.

Rounding a corner Devon swallowed loudly, cursing the awkward pressure of the bulge in his pants. Shifting it slightly he then cautiously circled what he had found.

The raven haired woman lay on her side, moaning quietly and panting. A gag seemingly stretched over her head, from where it was inserted in her mouth, her hands and legs bound in saran wrap, her pants pulled down, two tusks seeming to throb in and out of her ass and pussy.