Something Hits Jennifer

Jennifer felt it hit her like a punch to the face, the dance floor grew blurry and distorted as she stumbled away from the couple she had been drawn to and fooling around with.

Her departure from the closely huddled grouping raising an immediate alarm as a woman freaked out over the exposed cock. The chaos on the floor and the rushing response of the bouncers beyond Jennifer’s cognition as she found a wall to lean against and breathed heavily, feeling as if she was tripping on some sort of ****, the world a sudden arousing euphoric blur around her.

There she was, the woman Jennifer had been drawn to, sitting naked in a hot tub, a woman, her sister suckling on the same breast that Jennifer had tasted only the day before. Panting heavily Jennifer then realized that this wasn’t the only sister there...

Jennifer panted heavier and heavier, her body feeling a flame with arousal as she now saw through her corruptor's eyes, three other sisters naked and fooling around with each other each having experienced the enlightening touch and taste Jennifer had.

Horns and demonic features began to present upon the women, their bodies shifting with the changing waters to encircle their new recruit, plunging her beneath the viscous waters as she attempted to scream. Their lips meeting to kiss passionately as they held their sister beneath the surface, almost as if they hadn’t known she was there.

Jennifer felt her body tremble and spasm with the experience, trying to make sense of anything beyond just the arousal she was feeling at the vision.

As the submerged sister resurfaced, horns and yellowed eyes now present Jennifer felt a climax course through her body.

“Go fetch Caroline.” Jennifer’s corruptor moaned, “After she's consecrated we will visit Julia.”

With that Jennifer was back, fully aware in the night club, her clothes feeling tight and excessively warm.

Jennifer felt renewed and strengthened sexual hunger, looking around her the couple had vanished. Jennifer could think of only one place to go for what she needed.

Jennifer had no way of knowing she had just experienced a memory through the Idol of the night before, a passive push to strengthen their connection further enabled only through the happenstance acts she had and was further engaging in with another passively corrupted person Emi had encountered.

Staggering through the crowded dance floor Jennifer had forgotten about her dance partners, the couple having fled the bouncers and retreated from their public escapades for the night. Not that it mattered as Jennifer exited the dance floor, her destination in sight.