To Whom She was Promised

Devon moved with purpose, past sexual offerings, catcalls to be bound, eager souls, still yet to fully relinquish themselves to the Idol. Over entwined orgy, partially dressed make out sessions, lazing individuals masturbating and timidly coaxing their changes onwards, as they watched more receptive souls just submit.

None of them mattered.

Human, succubus, canid, equine, elephantine, and more.

The main floor and halls of the hotel had been almost cleansed of any flight, or resistance. Demonic desire to hunt drawing the soulless inwards, and upwards to help claim, and further the Idol’s domain over all who resided there this night.

Others amongst the legion had set to work on more specialized tasks.

The minotaur who had formerly been the concierge was using his innate abilities being bound to the hotel to change the décor. Sleeker, more polished marble hallways. Black with white and gold veins cladding columns and accenting unnaturally clean looking white walls, and glossy cream coloured marble floors carpeted down the center in a velvety red.

Vaulted ceilings, elaborately trimmed, and embellished as only the finest 5-star hotels would have.

Slowly Eric patrolled the hallways, approving the changes as they advanced with him with a chuff and a head nod, the glass walls restoring to their tinted yet clear existence from the opaque stone like material he had changed so many to obscure and block escape.

Approaching the lobby Devon paused and sidestepped out of the way, allowing a parade of elephant people, mostly former kitchen staff, easily carrying statues through the tall ceiling halls towards the garden.

Each statue causing Devon to bask in the aura of the eroding soul within. All on their way to decorate the grounds and gardens.

Entering the lobby it was clear that things we being staged.

Several normal looking people we at work sweeping chalk dust, and stony fragments from the floor. Others vacuumed the carpets.

Others meanwhile tore and ripped garments they had worn, or retrieved from their rooms. Their appealing human appearances the true disguise as it was clear they were preparing to stage a disaster. Odd bruises, and wounds manifesting in places upon their bodies, often locations chosen to draw attention on purpose, if not to accent a rip to accommodate releasing some more generous cleavage, ass, or simply just to expose more skin.

At the heart of it all was a receptionist. Vest torn open, collar on her shirt ripped open, skirt unzipped. Black hair elegantly woven into a bun, shimmering with the slightest hue of emerald green as her head moved in the lobby lighting.

“Well… What, have, we here…” Tiffany remarked with obvious delight as Devon approached and put the woman down off his shoulder. “If it isn’t the event planner herself.” Tiffany added, approaching and lifting Alana’s chin, regretting her currently clothed form keeping her from finally feeling the touch of Alana’s tongue upon her clit.

“She wants to be freed, I feel… No… I know, its promised to you.” Devon struggled for a moment, trying to interpret his just understanding the situation.

Pinching Alana’s puffy pink nipple, and having a nice grope Tiffany circled and enjoyed the bound woman beneath her.

“Oh... how I’d love to right now…” Tiffany alluringly declared, crouching down to grope and smack the fine ass of the corrupted bound woman, while running a forked tongue up the nape of Alana’s neck and taking a nibble.

Alana gasped and stiffened in pleasure, her pussy gushing upon the floor as she felt the fangs breach her skin, the burning pleasure of the bite cascading outwards and down through her body.

With a gentle push Tiffany chuckled as Alana toppled over, quaking in pleasure on her side squirming as if a suddenly unearthed worm in the daylight.

“But her skills as certainly needed my spider friend.” Tiffany teased sauntering up to, and running her hands across the spider man. She suddenly new, just by the touch his nature, his corruption, his purpose.

“Sadly, you my remarkable friend will have to be hiding.” Tiffany pouted with seductive **** giving Devon’s cock a couple good strokes. “The idea is not to let them see anyone not human. But I’m sure you know the need for well… woven… traps.”

Alana giggled like a schoolgirl, still twitching in pleasure from the bite. Her mind was now so tainted, so corrupted, her soul on eager offer to be taken, she could sense the Idol’s plan.

“Oh… we’re go… ing… to have a…” Alana laughed with madness before calming to just a giggle again. “Disaster.” She panted rocking, and then rolling up on to her knees.

“Mmm… We’re going to reward our rescuers SO well.” Tiffany remarked petting Alana’s cheek before pulling Alana’s face up to gaze at her.

“So Alana, do you want to just sit back and watch. Or put that firefighter’s conference experience to some… Hands on work...” Tiffany inquired seductively, brushing her fingers across Alana’s cheek only to receive an eager nuzzle.

Alana mouthed at Tiffany’s hand, licking delicately, gazing wantonly as she moaned agreeably.

Slowly stepping to her feet, Alan began to strut through the halls, displaying her bound nude figure, followed by the half spider and the front desk clerk towards the special events office.

Flopping onto the front desk Alana rocked her ass invitingly to everyone behind her. “I am only doing this to get fucked you know.” She pleadingly remarked, groaning in disappointment as Tiffany strutted past to Alana’s office.

“You can get fucked by all the firemen you can.” Tiffany replied, fully aware that the clock was ticking on being ready for the eventual response to what had transpired at the hotel.

It had been barely an hour and a half since the wedding reception let out, and sadly some had escaped the grounds.

Via the First Disciple the Idol had already withdrawn key figures from the rampant depravity of the hotel’s desecration into its most sacramental grounds, the Idol’s influence and power there growing heavier by the fall of each new soul.

Part of that passive influence was pulling Alana off track, her incomplete corruption leaving her able to pull astray of the Idol’s will as she sought to fulfill the rampant arousal its influence had over her.

As Tiffany opened and sifted through file headings in the file cabinet, booting up the computer Devon mounted Alana.

“Oohhh…. Yes…. God… I need…” Alana moaned lewdly as Devon slowly sawed his cock into Alana’s hungry snatch, her own attempts to fuck back on the demonic cock paused by two of the spider legs holding the webbing binding her arms down on the desk.

Leaning forward to Alana’s ear Devon couldn’t explain where, or how, but simply understood he did whisper. “This small taste is all you have earned.”

The whisper provoked a frustrated but excited moan from Alana as she was kept eager and wanton.

“Alana, where are the files from the Urban Rescue conference you said we hosted?” Tiffany asked with an exasperated sigh looking up from the filing cabinet to the login screen.

With a glance to Devon, the half spider stopped sawing slowly in and out of the bound woman. His human hands joining the spider legs to hold her squirming protest still.

“GAAWD! I NEED TO FUCK!” Alana protested, she squirmed and struggled, her corrupted mind broken into **** famished need to fill the void of darkness consuming her soul with pleasure. Alana squirmed and flexed, trying her best to not just shift back and forth atop the ridged cock within her, but to clamp tighter upon it with her pussy.

Gasping in pleasure, and gazing with wanton need up as Tiffany pulled her hair back to lock eyes, it was clear how far Alana was gone.

A spurt of demonic cum.

An invite to give up her soul.

Sparse moments frozen in stone.

Tiffany contemplated each, sensing the lack of time for Alana to adjust to a new existence.

“Help us, and you can fuck all the firemen you could ever dream of.” Tiffany promised, enjoying the joyful glint in Alana’s eyes in response. “Then transform and ascend to know so… much… more… pleasure…” Tiffany’s voice took on an alluring tone, before it shifting to something more ominous.

“Or we’ll just leave you, as lowly human breeding stock. Never able to know, or be more than a simple, wanton, corrupted slut. Fucked, and eroded down into little more than a beast before you eventually just cease to be.”

As dark, and foreboding as the threat was, Alana felt herself torn by the promise of simply being fucked into oblivion.