Sadism and corruption

Jenny twisted the handle on the back door of the house, breaking the lock with ease. She stepped in with Carly in tow, holding a wriggling, glowing red worm in her left hand. A woman stood in the kitchen as the two lithe, naked women stepped in. She was too stunned to move or speak, before Carly ordered:

"Grab her."

Jenny purposefully strode over the woman, who reacted too late to escape Jenny's crushing hold. She yelled, and was then gagged by Jenny's hand. Carly had always thought the woman was a little dumpy looking. Honestly, neither parent was much to look at. The daughter on the other hand... Carly had originally been ashamed when she first met the family for assuming the girl was adopted. She wasn't perfection, like Emily, but she was very pretty.

The mother, who Carly remembered as Sheila, had drawn her husband, Richard, with her shout. He entered the kitchen quickly, concern on his face. That look morphed into panic when he saw the scene in front of him. Carly extended a back tentacle and grabbed him, coiling around him and trapping him in place. She shoved the tip into his mouth to silence him before he could make a sound.

"Sheila, Richard, you remember me. Don't really feel like monologuing right now, so let's get this show on the road, Jenny. Show these two what's in store!"

Jenny didn't even let Carly finish before tearing off Sheila's clothes with one hand as the woman screamed into the other. In moments, Sheila was naked, and Jenny had lined up her massive clit-cock with the woman's snatch. She thrust in, roaring in triumph. There was no feeling greater for Jenny than the feeling of domination, and the sensation of the woman in front of her, struggling frantically, trying to escape, triggered a desire in her that was only rivaled by the feeling of breeding Amanda. She pounded and rut as her mind pulsed with an ever-growing lust. The rage and aggression was surging through her once again. Twisted thrill coursed through her when she felt the approach of the orgasm that would taint this woman into a most perverted, deranged vessel of corruption and lust.

Jenny came, throwing her head back and laughing a deep, husky laugh. Her thrusting never slowed. Sweat dripped down Jenny's dark skin, and her lean figure jiggled and shook from the power of her climax and the **** of her laughter. Carly watched in carnal elation as the woman began to change, screaming into Jenny's hand. She could already see the once-frumpy-looking woman's body change and adjust, morphing in every area to become a sexualized perversion of a motherly figure. Her tits grew like Amanda's had, full and round, while still remaining impossibly perky. Her waist narrowed slightly, but her hips filled out drastically, creating an ass to rival even the most perfectly sculpted figures. Her blemishes faded, her whole body gaining a renewed and refined youthfulness. As Sheila's eyes rolled back in her head and Jenny continued pumping cock and cum into the woman, her body completed its transformation into the irresistible curvaceousness of a Broodmother. A demon of Lust.

Sheila opened her eyes. The smell of sex and hellish lust was overpowering, and the feeling of the woman's cock pummeling her insides was so, so... right.

Then she felt something else.

Inside her, something pulsed, then twisted. Something was... growing... inside her. That thought hit her with a euphoria she wasn't expecting, triggering another monumental orgasm. She squealed with glee as lust and pleasure washed her mind, so good, and so powerful, that she couldn't even form a coherent thought. All she could feel was her cunt being pounded, pure ecstasy radiating from her groin, and something large and growing larger writhing in her belly. Suddenly, she felt the thing inside her move, squirming up to her throat. She moaned and smiled, breathing quickly as thrill coursed through her: she was about to birth something. Something wonderful.

The worm slid up her gullet, an orgasm rocking her as the slimy stretching in her throat produced pleasure she couldn't imagine ever getting used to. She gagged as the bulbous creature fell from her mouth, massive droplets of a thick, green slime spilling from her. The stench was musky and earthy... and intoxicating. She stared down at the worm that she had birthed, writhing and squealing on the ground.

And she smiled.