Estelle Takes In Just What Happened

Estelle dropped her jaw, internal turmoil brewing upon her corrupted mind. How had she not recognized her own daughter? The daughter whom she had worked her whole life to spare the harshest of fates on the Panamanian streets.

The daughter who Estelle got out to a safer country.

The daughter who legally emigrated, and then brought her surviving parent here to live a better life.

The daughter who literally threw herself at the wolf beast that had stormed in with the strange green horse man. Who shouted for Estelle and others to hide or escape.

Now Estelle was certain of Martina’s fate. The screams to run, hide, escape, had all been Martina. The screams of terror that had become depraved sexual cries for more. One of the first voices in the craven crescendo that erupted with the corrupted machines reaching out into the environment.

But Martina was no longer the daughter Estelle had lovingly raised.

Martina was proudly keeping score of just what new sexual acts and encounters she had experienced since Jake and James had left the room to Lucille.

She’d tried to track her mother in the room earlier with her heightened senses, the water, fog, and detergents obscuring scents. Not that it disappointed Martina any, as she tasted pussy, rode horse cock, and experienced the craven mind breaking lusts of Lucille's venom.

Now she was planning to show what a good pup she was to her mother, selflessly pleasing their manager orally, her ears picking up the subtlest of pleasurable sounds brewing in the lizardman.

Stroking the cock across her face Martina turned to her mother. “Wanna share?” Martina asked before professionally deepthroating the cock proudly and coming back off it with a heavy proudful gasp. “We can be anything, its gifts us youth and beauty, while pleasurable making us so much more.” Martina boasted like some enthused cultist before resuming serving up some oral delights, a strange perverse pleasure coursing through her as Stacey’s clawed hand scratched just the right spot behind her ears. "It just asks us one thing..."

She doesn’t lie.

The foreign thought imposed on a series of concerns and questions trying to blossom and take root in Estelle's corrupted mind. Estelle just felt frozen staring as her daughter turned werewolf worshiped her first chance at playing with a lizardman's cock, her tongue contouring the smooth area beneath Stacey’s cock where a normal man’s testicles would have been.

“Mmm… I wonder what it would be like to get this in me. It doesn’t have the knot of a wolf cock, or the girth of a horse cock. But I wonder just how much spunk our true god has given you.” Martina groaned in delight fingering herself. “Cum on me so my mama can see what a puta I’ve become.”

Estelle tried to shake her mind free from the desire to lunge in there and receive a rope of cum across her face. The strange enticing idea to tackle her daughter lavishing her with kisses and licks, sucking hard on her large breasts, while raising her ass high for any takers growing in strength towards action.

But this wasn’t right… Was it? Estelle's mind struggled through a mental fog that scared her, memories she was trying to recall slipping just out of reach beyond its haze. You love your daughter, just as you loved her father. The foreign impression upon her mind gave Estelle pause, as she struggled to remember how such things were supposed to be different. And why.

Looking around her she could see the assorted staff all rejuvenated, all pinnacles of beauty. All engaged and many changed.

Age was clearly discarded, as Estelle somehow knew the two horsewomen were the similarly worn and aged women she often bickered with. They in their native Philippine tongue, Estelle in her Spanish. They had Manuela tackled to the floor, one pussy parked atop her face, as the other used their equine tongue to tunnel into the compromised body.

Kenneth, who had been unable to resist plowing the two women as they had sucked James off meanwhile enjoyed plowing his equine member into Emina, pushing her head down to scream out in the corrupt water still pooling in the machines as her hair began slowly extending down her back, hair emerging into a tail from her rear as she welcomed her changes.

The swarm of snake and lizard people had begun dispersing, Selene crying out obscenities as her slender figure was fucked over the ironing table. Her pale slender figure adopting an iridescent sheen as her finger tips swelled into gecko like suction cups, her whip like tail lashing Jerome and Mia as they squirmed in enhanced euphoria, their ass cheeks marred with bite marks from Svetlana as she took turns eating each of their asses with her tongue.

Estelle felt a sudden loneliness swell up inside her, fueling the corrupt desire to throw herself at joining with her daughter in embracing Stacey’s cock.

As Stacey’s soul was ushered beyond the Idol's veil his seed sprayed across Estelle’s enthused and happy daughter Estelle lunged without any consideration. One part desire, one part perverted maternal instinct trying to save her daughter from the evil being spread by the sexual fluids.

As she felt herself lifted from a giggling Martina, Estelle realized why she had truly done it, she wasn’t ready to let her daughter go. She didn’t want her soulless child to suffer eternal damnation without the support of her caring mother.

With a sudden stiff turn Martina rolled on to all fours, ears twitching as the assorted other denizens seemed to jump to a sudden alert. As if some dinner bell had rung and only Estelle hadn’t heard it.

Martina was the first to bolt out of the room, panting eagerly as she felt called to the hunt. Followed by everyone else slowly stalking out to over run the service areas, Estelle left behind, held by Stacey.

“Come, I know someone special to watch you devote yourself.” The lizardman growled, his words spiking an unexpected arousal in Estelle as they exited the laundry room. Through the service corridors.

To the service elevators.