Epilogue: you become the horde's whore

Any resistance has been fucked out of you. You see your chest rise up and down as you pant, your new tits large enough bury the imp in them. Your entire lower body felt like jelly.

The imp appears over you with its cock hanging out. You tilt you head up and wrap your lips around it. The imp, taking its chance, pulls you hair upwards while forcing its cock deeper into your throat. You take the extra few inches without difficulty, a suppressed gag relax must have been among your many changes today.

The imp is rough with you, your scalp aches and your jaw begins to feel sore. You manage to push the cock out of your mouth to plead with the imp.

“Master, my mouth is sore. Please fuck my nice sweet cunt instead” you say.

The imp slaps you. “Whore, thou do what I please.”

The imp shoves his length at you and open your mouth again. The imp takes two big handfuls of hair and pulls your head as far upwards as possible, while shoving his cock as deep as he can. You struggle to breath as the imp face fucks you. His strokes are erratic and you struggle keep his pace. Finally he stops to fill your throat with cum.

“Swallow” the imp commands you.

You do what you are told.

The imp pulls out, with cum and saliva dripping off of his dick. Trying to please your master, you open your mouth to gobble up every drip of cum. It strains your mouth but you want to submit more than you want to avoid pain. When you suggested earlier that the imp fuck your cunt instead of you mouth, he slapped you like the disobedient whore you were. You must never earn his ire again.

The imp has made his way to your lower entrance and was aiming his cock at you. With the little strength you have left you try to spread your legs. You can feel the heat of the cock next to your cunt, your womanhood glistening with anticipation.

But the imp isn’t interested in breeding you, he puts the head of his cock into your ass. Slowly, though still faster than you would like, the imp puts his entire cock inside of you. You moan, not because you enjoy it, but to show your master he is doing a good job. The imp grabs hold of your legs and begins thrusting inside you.

His cock is still wet from your throat fucking, and you ass widens to make room for your master.

“The poor woman” the nymph says “had she not earned this I might pity her."

The nymph knees in front of you, her cunt as wet as your. “Thou will make a good whore, I think” She leans down and kisses you, then positions her knees between your head.

Being a good ****, you reach with your tongue for her insides. The nymph coos as you enter her. You try to send your tongue deep inside your mistress, failing that, you make circles around her clit.

The imp and the nymph start screaming at roughly the same and you know your masters are pleased. The imp cums and the nymph starts shaking. The nymph kisses you, your face wet with her fluids.

The Minotaur picks you up, so that you can be used by the plethora of other demons still around the village. You feel euphoric in the Minotaur's aims, your limps tingling, your mind and heart ready to accept your fate.

The magician used to be strong willed, even brave enough to summon otherworldly beings. Like her body, her mind has been changed completely. Her desire for power has been replaced by a love of obedience, her curiosity for the new has been replaced with complacency for confinement, her thirst for knowledge has been replaced with a thirst for … I’ll let the reader finish that one themselves.

The magician was the whore of the whole horde. She birth countless demons and became more of one herself. Her demonic changes, though not permanent, were never reversed. Her horns grew while she forgot who she once was - her hips and tits grew as she birthed more spawn. The demons, as they conquered the world, captured thousands of more women who they turned into demonic whores, but the novice magician was unique among this rank. Only she could have stopped the demons but instead she choose a different fate.