Yes

Alana moaned incoherently squirming on the floor, the fearful trepidation of the last words uttered to her long ago twisted into an eager desire as her body convulsed in mind-blowing pleasure.

Was this who she was being saved for? Alana wondered eager to have herself used like the various denizens of the kitchen were.

She had no concept of how long ago she had walked in on all the kitchen staff engorging themselves on the smorgasboard of desserts. Alana couldn’t even think of why she was angry at them all as they engorged themselves and more.

The truth was Alana had come in after dinner and dessert to make sure everything had been perfect. Only to find dessert platters better used for guests being devoured by the staff in an almost feral manner.

One waitress was even being fucked by a dishwasher while licking icing off the head chef’s cock.

Her shouting didn’t last long, provoking little more than Alana being grabbed and held at the head Dessert chef’s order. Jessie soon striped Alana there in front of the room, soon smearing strangely warm and tingly icing across Alana's chest and inviting kitchen staff to lick it off her.

It wasn’t long after that Alana soon joined the developing orgy, soon being pulled aside by some Elephant woman and bound before she turned the staff one by one.

Those who hadn’t become elephant demons found themselves turned as tusks developed into demonic beasts that hatched forth and fused with the fiend whose perverse acts developed it.

All as a moment by moment more malleable Alana watched.

“Oh god…” Devon swore unsure of what to do. Glancing around to reassure himself the room was clear he didn’t even know if it was safe to do something.

“Mmm…” Kaylee moaned passively, Devon too preoccupied with the prone woman to notice his own wife licking one of the discarded tusks increasingly inspired by Alana of just what she could do with it.

Crouching down Devon saw the bound woman’s eyes go wide with desperation. She squirmed around, her gagged moaning becoming interspersed with incoherent garbled speech. Her sounds were getting louder, banishing the quiet of the kitchen.

Devon glance back towards the door. “Sshhhhh….. Sshhhhh…” Devon tried to hush growing panicky as the bound woman struggled onto her knees. “We’re going to get you out. Just quiet. Please!” Devon went to great lengths to emphasize his request for her to quiet as he got up and glanced for a knife once more.

Maybe in the dish washers? Devon thought to himself glancing around for where it might be. Quietly sneaking across the kitchen towards some sinks he noted the baking sheets piled in one sink as he began to seek something to cut the bound woman free. Glancing over his shoulder Devon was content to see his wife’s back turned to him as she continued to just sort of linger in a daze with her back to him.

Then the moaning chilled him to the core.

Slowly turning around there was no mistaking his wife’s arched back, arm bracing herself for support head rolled back, eyes closed.

As Devon had walked away Alana had turned to Kaylee. Their eyes met understanding the desperation Alana was feeling. She wasn’t **** to be saved. Well not anymore.

As Alana gazed upon Kaylee she watched as the woman leaned back, pulling up the front of her dress, and fingering her clit.

With each lap around her clit Kaylee watched excitedly as Alana's gag seemed to respond, growing longer and pointing forward, until Alana shuffled over, delicately aiming the dull pointed tip between Kaylee’s legs.

And in.

Kaylee stood there, new thoughts of squirting across Alana’s face as the raven haired woman bobbed in and out towards her.

The tusk turned gag shifted more with each movement, its tapered form gaining girth, its pointed tip becoming more bulbous and phallic in nature.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Devin had lost his cool calm ripping Alana away from his wife he didn’t even notice how the gag now protruded from the woman’s mouth in the shape of a cock. Standing between a once again prone on her side Alana and his wife Devon breathed heavily.

What was happening to people here?

It had to be this place!

Devon’s thoughts stormed into a surge as he glared at the woman he just had thrown once more before turning to his wife.

“Honey, you have to stop this. I need you here. I know its shocking and traumatic but I REALLY need you.” Devon began to plead to the distant dopey glazed eyes of his wife as he swatted her hand away from rubbing her clit.

Devon's eyes went wide with fear. The kitchen door moved ever so slightly, a trunk like object curled up to press against the window.

Pulling his wife down to the dirty icing splattered floor he soon fought with his new problem.

Kaylee rolled and moaned for a moment, relishing her growing sexual desires and inclinations towards the Idol’s subtle influencing. As Devon tried to see if the kitchen door was opening he fought to quietly keep Kaylee down and still, his wife crawling towards Alana.

Torn between watching for the threat and minding his wife he watched as the trunk reach in through the door, shifting as it if was blindly scoping out the room.

Suddenly there was unmuffled moaning, lip smacking, and slurping noises growing louder and louder. Turning to glance and confirm what he already dreaded Devon cursed under his breath.

Kaylee was lavishly tasting her juices from the gag turned dildo, she first started with just licking it clean. Moving to kissing along it, and now was struggling to deep throat it, eager to have her lips meet those of Alana.

Bottoming out on her third attempt she felt the shapeshifting tusk swelling and pulse in her throat, **** slightly as it gushed black cum into her. Coming up off it she smiled sheepishly at.. Who was he again? It didn’t matter, elegantly using a finger she scooped up some dribble and sucked the black cum from her finger.

Devon couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He worried that his wife was truly lost.

He worried about the ideas of fucking either of the women in his head.

“SHIT!” Devon swore under his breath as he heard the door swing wildly.

Gesturing to Kaylee she just turned to slowly meander the phallic object into her mouth, planning to lock lips this time.

Devon kept low and shifted around the work islands, listening to the heavy soft thuds, as he watched the elephant demon casually wipe up and suck some icing from its phallic trunk.

Devon’s heart pounded in his chest, Kaylee was growing louder, more brazen. The muffled moans of the raven haired woman adding to it as the two obviously were growing more vocal and sexual.

“Mmm… What do we have here…” The voice was feminine, dripping with sultry promise and allure. Kaylee and Alana just grew louder, eagerly calling out like a beacon, beckoning for any sexual acts that might grant them relief and reprieve from anything that was left of their inhibitions and morality.

Louise had been the head chef at the start of the night. Often butting heads with Jessie he flaunted and often meddled in her work affairs tauntingly using his position to out rank her objections.

But that was before she showed him the error of her ways. Now she served her matriarch trying to find the highest quality ingredients to add to her legion. Leaving the dregs or souls the Idol had other intentions for squirming on the floor violating themselves with a tusk or two.

As Louise stalked into the kitchen Devon skulked about crawling fearfully along the stainless steel cabinets torn between trying to get the drop on the monster or running.

Devon froze still as a new set of footsteps seemed to clamour in.