The Maid, Gagging

Initially Christina couldn't make out anything in the hall. Then the maid came into view pulled back from the door.

The trunk was hooked around her neck the tip firmly inserted in her mouth. The maid's wide eyed surprise and gagging accompanied a couple quick slams of her fists against the elephant man, each weaker than the last.

The gagging slowly subsided into a sloppy **** the trunk pulling away from the maids neck, her head turned upwards following the path of the trunk over her head. Her gaze of terror having dissolved into desire.

Her fists had stopped hammering the creature's chest before her, and now explored the creature that she perceived only moments ago to be attacking.

It's short stubby tusks were smooth to the touch and made her think of dildos she had seen in peoples rooms.

His ears flapped gently helping to send his pheromones adrift around him.

One of the maids hands blindly followed the contours of his torso until it grabbed hold of something that caused her eyes to go wide.

Releasing the delicious cock tipped trunk from her mouth with a pop she gazed down at the largest dick she had ever seen.

She wouldn't even have thought it was a dick except for where it sat slowly growing more rigid with every touch she made upon it.

Jeremy gazed upon the south Asian maid's tanned complexion, she was obviously over forty, the long hard working days showing on her otherwise youthful face. Her uniform concealed the curves of her petite framed form as her brown eyes gazed at him in wonder.

Jeremy flapped his ears contemplatively. So much of his life had been spent playing second fiddle in law. Hell, the only reason he was here was they put him on a case with a bunch of fresh recruits that was a guarenteed loss. He was on it to be the fall guy if they lost. Fortunately they found a bit of case law to support their clients position.

Ideas took form in his mind. The impression of being invaluable hit upon him. The idol whispered of wants and needs Jeremy never knew. No more second fiddle, an intrinsic part of a cohesive group.

He embraced how it had made him more. So much more.

He gazed down on the maid knowingly. How his bond to the idol could be completed.

His trunk gently embraced her head gently guiding her as she went down to her knees entranced as her hands gently stroked his cock.

As she kneeled there she slowly drifted closer and closer. Her explorations of the cock until growing more intense as she began kissing up and down it, almost unknowingly.

The euphoric feel of just touching it travelled up her arms and across her face as she began struggling to perform oral, little of the shaft past the head fitting into her mouth as her tongue desperately tried to elicit more juices to be released from this strangely alluring phallus.

Jeremy meanwhile lifted his trunk off the maids head reaching over to her cart for resupplying the rooms.

As his trunk explored the various soaps, cleaning supplies, and linens it infused the various items with the idols corruption. While his soul was not yet its own, its own bitterness provided a conduit for the Demonic energies to flow through him from the idol and corrupt the cart.

He then gazed down gently locking eyes with the now **** brown eyes pleading up to him.

"We can both be blessed together." Jeremy said his trunk phallus gently brushing along the maids cheek and beneath her chin line.

As it came towards the top button on her uniform her hands suddenly shot up to try and pop the buttons free. How she craved the sensation of the trunks touch.

He guided her mouth off his cock gently, watching her face sadden as her lips parted with it.

"This is but a drop of the reward that awaits us. But first I need you to go fetch the other carts. This whole hotel will know the greatness that has touched upon us."

The maid mouthed at the trunk kissing it gingerly. She had always been so thoroughly religious. Mass every Sunday, prayers every night, but this. There was nothing like this.

She had heard countless sermons of resisting temptation, but what resistance she had given only fed her desire. This ungodly creature fit no description of temptation for her. But now she had need, a need she had never known. She stood embracing the trunk, her lips and tongue eagerly travelling around it's tip.

Once more Jeremy plunged it deep into her mouth, her hands travelling down in a haphazard attempt to strip her pants and panties the idea of this... this elephant man lifting her up and impaling her as his trunk throat fucked her driving her rabid.

As she turned her exposed ass towards Jeremy he pulled his trunk from her mouth with a pop followed by a pleading whimper.

"What is your name?" Jeremy asked teasingly as his trunk pulled back and felt along a tusk.

The maid gasped, **** for the sensation of the corruption that was travelling through her to advance. Her arms tingled to her shoulders, her head down to just above her breasts. Thoughts of stripping bare and rubbing those two cocks all over her to feel the sensation spread just fed the wet spot she now fingered between her legs.

"LUCILLE!" She desperately exhaled trying to grind her ass back into Jeremy.

With that Jeremy smoothly pulled a tusk free, a new one seeming to just slide into replace it. He fumbled it in his trunk for a moment as he lifted his cock up and slid it along her ass crack.

"Oh... Please." Lucille pleaded one hand up her shirt kneading at her small breast while the other fiddled her clit. She gazed forward feeling the electric tingle on her ass as he brushed his cock across her. Oh how she craved to be ripped asunder on it.

She gasped aloud as she felt a smooth insertion into her pussy eliciting a climax arching along her back.

And then nothing. "Lucille, we have much work before we... Taste the full pleasures we will be gifted. I, no... We need you to bring me the other housekeeping carts. So we can share." Jeremy spread his arms displaying broadly his hulking form, the elephantine cock, and phallus tipped trunk. "This."

Lucille's head swam with perverse thoughts a sensation of being fucked dropping her onto all four.

Her fingers crept into her slit to feel the base of a tusk as it vibrated within her.

"It will reward you, each step ahead. But the longer you stall, the longer you have to wait for the blessings we are due."

Lucille suddenly thought of how right it would be to pin that bitch who ran from this to the floor beneath her. How that woman charged into her trying to escape something that felt so... Natural. Like drinking water, or grabbing a bite. Oh how Lucille needed this struggling to pull her pants back on.

"What of the other woman?" Lucille asked gesturing to the room key on her cart as she tried to steady herself on her feet, slightly weak kneed from all the euphoria through out her body.

With sudden self realization Christina's focus on the maid and elephant man was broken. The terror of what had pursued her hadn't yet re-emerged as she wondered when she had pushed her bra up over her breasts while kneading them with one hand, and why the other was in her panties.

With awareness dawning on her there was a sudden blow to the door causing Christina to throw herself back, tripping down onto the carpet.

As she looked back up at the door a tusk protruded through. As Christina stared wide eyed at it the shadows of footsteps outside the door went away.

Jeremy glanced over his shoulder as Lucille guided him towards the service elevator pushing her cart.

As he walked his foot prints coloured the carpet, slowly growing outwards in ripples as demonic energy began to transition it to emit pheromones. Down the hall he could see the security guards that had joined their ranks, and their movement to secure the other rooms currently occupied. It would soon be the normal check in time, and the rooms needed to be readied. For this was to be their hotel.