Sierra moves to fulfill the Master's wishes

Sierra was standing ready at the gate of Orchid Mantis Penitentiary when it began opening. Behind her were nearly all of the occupants and staff of the prison, totaling nearly 150 and each one bearing a slug that intrinsically connected them to her. Each one was completely subservient to her will and would obey her without question. More importantly, she could feel everything they could and remained actively aware of their actions and thoughts if she wished it. So as she and the rest began walking in one particular direction, she occupied herself with what was happening with the few remaining behind.

Meghan was the last of the inmates that had managed to escape being infested so far and her moment of reckoning had come, courtesy of Tracy. The enslaved woman found Meghan in a small sitting room and immediately stripped them both and began grinding her ass back on the other woman, her straight bleached hair flowing to match her movements. The worm destined for Meghan immediately started squirming from one pussy to the next, but the uninfested woman had seen what happened to others in her position and fought as best she could, writhing and flailing on the chair she was pressed onto. She managed to push Tracy over, but not off, and her actions only brought their sexes closer together. The already enslaved blonde cared nothing for the shifted position and only focused on fulfilling Sierra's wish, both their squirming stopping when the slug slid between Meghan's outer labia.

"No, no, nonono..." she whimpered pathetically, looking down to where her sex was being spread with anguish. Tracy was deaf to the other blonde's whimpering in the face of fulfilling her goal and remained still so the worm would have an easier time passing between hosts. Both women felt it when the invading parasite slid from one cunt to the next, then Meghan's whining died in her throat while Sierra experienced the wonderful orgasmic feeling of her mind expanding into Meghan's. The poor prisoner convulsed, her sexily thick body wobbling as the Contagion consumed and remade her for service. Sierra felt the last of the woman's being become hers and smiled before shifting her mental perspective, knowing exactly what she was to witness next.

In habiting the senses of a man was an odd experience, so despite the pleasure she felt from his thrusting cock, she quickly moved again, this time to the perspective of Brooke, a busty strawberry blonde jacking off a male driver who had been making a delivery and been infested. At Sierra's mental nudge, she turned to look at the man she had just inhabited, a guard named Finnley who was in the process of **** his coworker, Janelle. She was the last Pure and uninfested person in the prison and Sierra wished she could have been there to see her fall in person. But reaching the Master was more important, so watching through the eyes of another **** would have to do and she couldn't say she was complaining.

Janelle met the attentive stare of Brooke, wanting to beg for help, but the woman's gaze told her that there would be none. The insistent and vigorous pounding of Finnley's dick in her pussy told her everything she needed to know about her eventual fate. His hand on her ass kept her moving and her proud tits in motion as he thrust, his breathing heavy behind her. The building pleasure her body felt only meant one thing and she'd been watching enough news to know what it was.

But the sudden heat that filled her was still surprising. Janelle knew the feeling of hot cum inside her, but the squirming of something else was new and terrifying. Sierra watched her eyes shine with desperation and mouth open with a plea that ultimately went unspoken as the slug inside her womb began fusing with her. The two women watched each other silently, the only sound being the quiet sounds of sex and Finnley continuing to cum, until Janelle whimpered and started cumming herself, body and mind helplessly relinquished to Sierra as her being was devoured.

Janelle wasn't the only one changing. Finnley behind her had already limply staggered back, barely able to keep his feet beneath him as his body warped. His cock was already gone, a new pussy popping open with a gush of fem cum. The rest of her jerked wildly as the new woman's body instantly shifted to look the part, face softening, tits rising, and muscle diminishing. Finnley was gone in seconds, completely transformed into another infested slut. She immediately yearned to sooth the empty aching of her cunt and dove for the fifth occupant of the room, a man that Sierra knew only had one last blast of masculinity left in him before he met the same fate as the new Finnley. She seemed to know it too, riding him with rapidly moving hips, her warm, high voice moaning and encouraging the half-conscious man to join her in femininity and slavery.

The throbbing Finnley felt from the cock in her pussy was matched by the dick twitching in Brooke and, by extension, Sierra's hand. The delivery man was just as close to ending up a serving whore as the other man was, whether he knew it or not. What he did know was Brooke was kneeling in front of him and looking up with a desirous look in her eyes. Her pretty face practically begged to be slathered in the man's final load, and further down were two mountainous tits overflowing from her top and cleavage to match.

"You don't even need to use our body," Sierra heard Brooke saying of her own volition. The strawberry blonde's hand was moving faster, coaxing the man's essence from him. "Shoot it out. All of it. Use your cock while you can. Soon you'll be **** for one inside you, like her." Finnley cried out with satisfaction as the man she was riding emptied himself into her and began his own transformation into a woman. "Finish it," Brooke urged, feeling the delivery man at the very brink. "Join us."

Whether the man was obeying, accepted his fate, or just couldn't hold it back anymore didn't matter; Sierra felt the man's mind crumble as his testicles tightened for a final time. Brooke pushed his cock parallel to his torso as the first jets burst out, flying up to splatter on his already female face. The delivery man collapsed on his back, dick shooting larger globs with each spurt as his mind melted into femininity and lust. The only thing the new woman could feel was the taste of her own semen on her mouth and an instinctive desire to serve as Sierra wished. She knew nothing else and her jizz-slathered face showed it.

Utterly satisfied, Sierra returned her full awareness to her own body and she properly saw Othrys with her own eyes. The tiny part of her that had been the original worm writhed inside her at seeing the place of its origin. It knew the same way she did now, walking through one of the extravagant, naturally formed openings in the massive Rose Wall with her destination already in mind. She navigated the city instinctively, always finding the shortest path that led to the incredible Citadel at the city's center.

She saw multiple figures standing and walking on the jutting walls and balconies, few but no less imposing for their scarcity. She knew they saw her just as clearly as she saw them, but none stopped her and her entirely female following from entering the castle of their lord. The same virus ran through them all and it whispered to them, telling one party to continue as they were and the other to allow them entry.

The halls of the Citadel were impressive, but not massive. It was a building designed to be impressive, but not extravagant. That fact became more obvious as Sierra's infested servants split off and spread through the tower, taking up their new roles doing whatever was needed. As Sierra's awareness of the Citadel expanded, she saw more and more, filling in her mental map of the structure and understood it, from the front facing halls and sitting rooms towards the base to the more personal living area further up. But she proceeded towards the throne room herself, losing more and more of her followers until she alone entered the seat of her Master's power, the place he had unknowingly called to her from and the place she would serve him forever from.

She clearly wasn't the only one with that aspiration though, judging from the dazed mumbling she could hear when she opened the door. She slipped into the hall from the side, near the dais that elevated the trio of thrones, and silently climbed up the few stairs, watching the towering man sitting in the largest of the chairs and the angel straddling him sleepily. "They should all come and beg for the honor. They should be so lucky to worship you..." The angel's words were true, the servant thought. Even with this being the first chance she had to see the crimson-haired man, she could feel her body yearning to bow before him. Instead, she settled for stepping up to just beside the throne.

"You give me enough of that on your own," the Master said with a low laugh and a kiss to the angelic woman's hair. "We really need some servants in this place," he said to himself. Seeking to serve Him with every bit of her self, she spoke up.

"What does the Master need?"