They Succumb To Their Calling

Had Mary had more time to process the taboo foursome she had somehow been part of she might have been able to question the sense of alarm the question raised in her mind. Alas, her sex addled body was already starving for its next fix, resulting in little more than Mary delving her tongue as deep as she could, and bridging her ass up into the phallus toying with her.

The strange deliberate excitement. Of having some unseen cock penetrate her, with just the knowledge that like the recent fuck by Mark, it had been sucked on by her mother.

Strangely this invigorated Mary’s darker, more perverse impulses that had been nourished and growing out of hand, dark thoughts delighting that this was going to be no normal fuck stick. This was the shaft that had made a fuck toy of her mom before all its audience, and now it was going to do it to her.

Never had Mary felt herself so stretched, so molded by something as it penetrated, slow, deliberate, and forceful. Where Mary’s body gave resistance to its invasion it quickly contoured under pressure and oppressed any mental objection with pleasure.

Mary delighted in it stretching her out, warming her up for its violation of her body.

Your Soul…

As Mary felt it seem to stop, she pulled back from the pussy atop her face to gasp for breath in relief, moaning with delightful abandon as its flared head snagged on the verge of exiting, reversing the course of its travel to penetrate her once more.

The shadowy female figure dismounted from Mary, crouching on to all fours off to the side, lapping, suckling, and kissing upon Mary’s flesh. Finally able to look down her body, Mary moaned softly in delight, squirming in joy as she gazed down her body to confirm.

There it was, the dark towering figure, glowing red eyes, toned chiseled contours of obsidian, malevolent grimacing face, its contours ridged, and spiked in places. Peaked by two golden devil horns atop its brow.

Never had this figure appeared so clear to Mary, as she lost herself to the idea she was just as depraved as her mom, unable to help but desperately and willingly allow any beast, and monster, to fuck her wet needy cunt.

Glancing to the shadowy form that now mauled a tit, Mary braced herself to be ravaged like her mother, no longer able to question how someone could plead for another fuck as she was feeling herself being molded ever nearer to being fuck dolled by the beast.

Finally taking the chance Mary looked off to one side.

Mark pounded with abandon into the pornstar like figure beneath him, cursing and swearing for her to take all he could give. The female figure bent up to kiss him as he was hunched over her, her words beyond Mary’s grasp.

But her figure becoming more vivid and clear to Mary as she had accepted where they were, and what they were doing. Skin the red of a royal satin, hairs dark as pitch, glistening with the sheen of polished stone. Wings flat beneath her, while a tail flicked with cat like intrigue.

Her back arched beneath Mark in climax, a strange darkening seeming to appear over Mark, as he held deep within the she-devil before uttering some incomprehensible thing and pinning the red succubus by the throat.

A shiver and moan as the demonic figure fucking her completed boring deep into her lead to Mary lolling her head to the other side.

There Karl swayed unsteady atop his feet, hands hooked in the ram like horns of another red she devil. Her wings were spread behind her, presenting their impressive span to Mary, before Mary gazed down at the now clearly gazelle horned succubus next to her.

“Mmm… Just wait for us to reshape you…” She purred, groping Mary’s breast, just as it bounced free with the first real thrust by the Idol.

Mary lost herself in the sudden and overwhelming pounding, eagerly cheering it on mentally as she was left at a loss for words at the sensations.

Groping herself, Mary pleaded for more, delighting at sudden perverse clarity of what was happening to them all.

It had corrupted her mother.

She had helped damn them.

Now it was corrupting them, and they were unable to resist welcoming it.

As Mark hammered into the demonic slut he suddenly came to a climactic surge once more. Grunting in relief at finally coming. The succubus squirmed and orgasmed, feeding off the darkening soul. Just like her mother, he was now set on a path to damnation, serving, no they were belonging to something greater.

Karl meanwhile was laughing, ecstatically stroking his cock, delighted by the new size, shape, and feel of his organ. He was delighted by the perversion of his body, rejoicing to once again have what he’d dreamed of the night before.

Mary watched as Karl jerked his changed cock with a few strokes before turning the woman before him around and beginning to mount her. It didn’t phase Karl as he became aware of the demonic features of the harlot as he eagerly sought to feel the warm embrace of an infernal pussy around his cock.

As her tail brushed across him, he delighted in its touch, kissing and mouthing its tip as it neared his face.

Mary had to question what changes it was going to make to her, suddenly aware of how much younger, alluring, and sexy her mother had become over the last couple days. Mary felt the stoking of envy inside her, making her eager for such changes to overcome her too.

“FUCKING TAKE ME!”

It was a red head Mary didn’t know. Naked, leaning, frail and terrified, she cried from her cage rattling at its bars in desperation. “TAKE IT ALL AWAY FROM ME!”

Mary couldn’t help but moan and lolling her head in delight, suddenly noticing the other cages hanging above them.

Some appeared more distant, mostly naked figures, crying out in fear, desperation, insecurity. Some of the nearer once the figures were more shadowy and obscure, others were almost blatantly visible like the red head, as if they were in a spot light, having found a new religion.

There were two elderly and frail figures, curled up sobbing reaching for one another. Mary couldn’t recognize them, but she just some how inherently knew them. Her neighbours Jeb and Dorothy from downstairs.

There were two male figures, youthful, more animated. Rattling at their bars, their cries muted, very clearly Mark and Karl.

Looking Cage to cage between ratcheting thrusts of the demonic cock the second seemed to stretch for minutes as Mary became away of just who some of these silhouettes were.

How some were growing clearer.

There was Billy the Super, jerking himself through the bars, his soul so perverted that it was weighted in a perpetual cuckold even now as the over sexualized figures were refined beneath him.

Daniela seemed to be crying out something, some message in alarm. While trying to modestly cover her nude form.

There was her mom, clearer than all the figures, looking not down at Mary, but the cages hanging around her as the figures grew clearer, her soul breaking down into tears as she stared at one cage in particular.

There I am, Mary realized. Seeing herself, wide eyed with terror. Looking, no staring in disbelief and terror at Mary as she was fucked by the incarnation of the Idol beneath her. Shaken, naked, curled up. Slowly turning her head from side to side.