Terryl, Their Mother

"NO!" Terryl cried out in distress hammering against the barrier beyond which she watched Emi waking on a sun scorched beach.

Terryl didn't know the how, or why of everything going on, just that she knew, and was feeling strangely alert and sober. So much so, she would have questioned it, if not for the distress of what was going on.

Bound by flesh, bound by blood, bound in spirit.

The sins of the mother, the sins of the father, the sins of the child.

The words echoed from the darkness all around Terryl, as if words uttered in prayer under breath by a crowd all around her. They rose in coherence and clarity in waves before receding back into barely coherent whispers before cascading audibly again.

If that wasn't disturbing enough for Terryl, she could feel them as if thoughts within her own head. Glancing around she found nothing to draw her attention from the window out of the featureless void overlooking Emi's depraved consensual descent.

Shaking her head, Terryl sobbed and cried, questioning just what she had done wrong to make her daughters so **** to this evil.

To have enjoyed partaking in its perversions alongside them, with them, even relishing the weight of her existence being lifted from her shoulders. It was a time of no worry, no illness, no grief, no sorrow...

It was that damn couple Emi had been living with. Sure on the surface the guy seemed like a decent upstanding roman catholic, but he had been living in sin with his girlfriend.

It was their bad influence.

But the choices were my own...

The echo of Emi’s voice drew a red eyed gaze to a new window above the one she could see Emi upon the beach.

Terryl grew more distressed as Emi revisited her sins, her corruption willingly, all on blatant, knowing full display for her mother.

Each confession Emi made opening a new window.

Watching as Emi swapped Dillon’s cum with Sandra as Willow came out to join them.

Watching Emi compensate for her mother’s attempt at forcing modesty, first with one store clerk, then another.

Watching Emi seduced Monica and the ensuing lesbian encounter in Monica’s bed.

Watching Emi encourage, and join Caroline as she was being fucked by her fiance. Eventually the trio repositioning for Caroline to have her first taste of pussy as Jack continued to hammer into her.

Watching as Emi asserted herself sexually upon Kathy in the shower.

As Emi confirmed her demonic ascension Terryl gasped in surprise, screaming in terror and distress as the shackle lunged from the abyss with the aggression of a viper. Clasping around Terryl’s neck the chain retracted slightly, holding taut as Terryl rose to her feet and struggled to free herself.

Bound by flesh, bound by blood, bound by the spirit of the Mother and the Father.

Staring upon a window at Monica’s descent Terryl felt greater panic, concern, and distress.

Watching the new friends Monica had made at school. Assorted boys all to pleased to find a free use slut. The school sluts Monica had managed to not only friend, but teach a thing or two.

One seen stood out, Monica goading a male gym teacher to rail her harder, faster, to truly teach her a lesson, to show his gathered students she had sought to fuck in the shower how to use a real slut.

As Monica converted faiths to the Idol Terryl jumped in shock as a new shackle lunged forth grabbing her by the left ankle.

The sins of the mother, the sins of the father, bound by the sins of the child.

Terryl couldn't fight to focus on freeing herself from the shackles as her attention grew engrossed by a window looking in on Caroline.

The shameless promiscuity unfolding before Terryl as her daughter was "saved" from monogamy, used and passed around a construction site like some sort of tool.

Little concer was shown for her fiance as cock after cock used her, came in her, came on her. Caroline endlessly eager for more promiscuity than her fate had previously been destined for.

As Caroline embraced her sins and manifested into a demon herself Terryl failed to be surprised as her right hand became shackled and pulled away from where it had been clenched to the hysterically sobbing mother's body.

Forged of bodies, minds and souls.

Terryl felt utterly at a loss to keep sobbing as she watched the shower scene unfold once more, trying to look away Terryl was only confronted by Emi’s perspective on the shower, and her doing it right.

Or Caroline’s begging for help getting off as Kathy watched her sister masturbate.

As Kathy embraced her new faith Terryl trembled as she tried to steady herself in defiance as her right foot too became shackled.

Assorted new windows appearing of the friendly social gathering in the hot tub as Terryl grew drawn to see just how Fiona’s vanity had lead to her downfall.

The window in on the assortment of mirrors Fiona faced matched simply by the entrapment between Monica and Emi as they shared the dark perverse secret and source of their new found beauty and confidence, alongside lacking inhibitions.

Terryl steadied herself, unsurprised yet still disappointed and ever more hopeless by the fall of Fiona, and the ensuing shackled grabbing her left arm.

New life, new choice, new faults.

Terryl wished the incantations to stop, more than meer prayer the words held potency and devoured any hopes she might have clung to as she watched the corruption of Claire ensue in the hot tub.

Looking next to it Terryl could barely bring herself to shake her head no as she watched the feedback loop of Claire getting fucked atop of picnic bench.

Had she known such depravity could take place on missionary trips her daughters would all have been banned from them.

Inheriting the blood, wrong, and sins.

Watching as Claire fucked away atop Satyrs with abandon as hellfire consumed them Terryl felt some relief as she felt the board press against her shoulders.

Crucify me, Terryl thought trembling as she watched poor Julia get ambushed.

Bound by the mother, bound by the father, destined forever.

Turning her head away Terryl didn't need to gaze upon the windows now appearing of her own fall, her own sins, her own joy and pleasure taken with the flesh of her daughters, her husband, and countless demons and sex toys since.

Some of those were people, Terryl tried to declare half-heartedly in her mind as her teary eyes gazed upon the orgy atop her husband.

A shudder of relief shivered through Terryl as she felt the upright board of a cross appear, her neck bound against in, the windows dissolving into ashy flakes as Terryl began to see something beyond the retrospect in the void.