She Has

The phone cluttered across the floor as it was thrown in frustration.

Annabelle shivered, her body alive with sexual tension and wanton desire, her skin was alive with pleasurable pricks of pins and needles, drawing need for touch to ease, abate, sooth, and please.

Her breath quivered and trembled. Had her sister let the demons in to get fucked?

Or was it Nikki? Leaving one to seduce her mother as she took two to ravage herself?

Or had Hanna and Lanna lead them in through the back? Their mother caught trying to flee out the front? Nikki trapped in the living room, before they got the spoils for their betrayal?

“Mmm…. Yes… touch.. yourself….” Rachel pleaded, she had reared up on her knees as the call had drawn on, her own mind permeated by awareness through her corruption of what had befallen the assorted women discussed over the phone.

Rachel pawed at her large heaving breasts, now perfectly proportioned slightly round belly, all as a hand kept hold of working three fingers, pressing across her clit, up into her slit. Her moans were staggered with heavy panting, eyes rolling back, thinking of all the available pussy she could be eating, with Beth and Jenna… In the Kitchen… In the living room…

Here in the bathroom, if Jenna’s mom would just relax…

Her words however had alert Annabelle to her slipping, one hand grabbing the other and casting it down from tracing along the curves of her chest. Pinning it to the floor as the patient voice beyond the door taunted her once more.

“Give me a little lick, and it’ll settle the score. I’ll tell how we got in, and deliver plenty more.” The cadence of the taunt was rhythmic adding to the frustration as it tugged and pulled on Annabelle’s mind.

With a quivering breathe she bit her tongue and fought for resolve, unaware of how inverted her resolution was to her daughters.

Jenna had been pleading, and begging to just get fucked, when her lips weren’t sucking testicles, cock, tail, or the cum leaking pussy and ass perched atop her face.

As she arched her back, delighting in being throat fucked she felt Jenna brushing the swollen head of a cock between her pussy lips, a hot breath exhaled upon her clit before a sultry commanding “No” left Beth’s lips followed by a mocking laugh.

Jenna was done simply whimpering in response. A few times she had tried to wrestle free, or roll them, each time to no avail as the succubus atop of her over powered her, or incapacitated her with a much wanted finger probing Jenna’s pussy.

This time though, Jenna’s hands pressed, and thrust. A cry of surprise followed by a chorus of amused cackles ensued as Jenna threw Beth clear off of her, the Succubus rolling to a stop almost four feet away as Jenna flawlessly rolled onto all fours sucking the cock that had been fucking Beth clean.

As Beth recovered from being thrown with a bemused laugh she could only smile in delight at what she saw. The voracious moaning cocksucker that was Jenna, ass waving invitingly for a fuck,

A fuck that only wasn’t happening due to Beth shaking her head no towards the two eager incubi, whom inherently understood trying to drag out and enhance the depraved fall of the up till now otherwise innocent girl.

“Mm…Fuck me…” Jenna moaned invitingly, her lips smacking on cock between her words, one arm stretched beneath her to play with her pussy, and pull the still wet phallic tail against her body from the incubus she was sucking off.

Approaching Beth the other two incubi enjoyed the former Latin sluts mouth and holes between them until Jenna finally looked up, wondering just why her nether regions were yet to be delved.

“What? Am I not good enough to fuck?” Jenna asked scornfully, glaring at the cock hoarding bitch that had deliberately lead her down this path.

Who had fed her cum milked from these demons, had forced her to experience the pleasures she had yet to know of her body.

Who had encouraged her to embrace this sin, only to deprive it happening.

“No, not at all darling.” The incubus with his cock in Beth’s mouth replied turning to look at the incubus flanking the other side of Beth before looking back.

Gasping in delight Jenna looked up pleadingly as her now black undercoated crimson hair was grabbed and used to pull her to gaze up at the one incubi she had been enjoying.

“We want to see, how PROUD a slut yer gonna be.” The incubus informed Jenna, the demons in the room falling quiet and watching Jenna as she laughed in amusement.

“How proud a slut I want to be?” Jenna laughed manicly, slowly and confidently rearing up. Standing to her feet as the incubus released her hair. “How proud a slut, I am.” Jenna repeated, looking to each individual demon in the room before licking her lips towards Beth and experiencing a new natural strut as she walked towards the hall.

“What will my mother think.” Jenna feigned innocently, parading into the hall and locking gazes with the incubus outside the bathroom in the hall.

“Well, Hello there.” He lewdly remarked as Jenna strutted up, a muffled reply from the other side of the door declaring he wasn’t being greeted and to just go away.

“Hi,” Jenna responded taking hold of his 16” fuck stick admiringly, looking up and down his toned red form from his hooved cloven feet to her now point black nailed fingers admiring his cock, up across his toned body to his black smirking lips and devil horns.

“Jenna?” A distressed voice sobbed from beyond the door. “Jenna… Is that you?”

“Yes mom…” Jenna replied distractedy, communicating quite clearly her attention was somewhere else.

“Are… are… are you… okay?” Annabelle sobbed with concern from behind the door, having turned to face it and rearing up against it to listen.

Rachel playing with herself in the tub, thinking about spreading Jenna’s mom’s ass to have a lewd lick.

“Yes, mom.” Jenna responded with a connotation of annoyance as she began to gently kiss the incubus, guiding him to step away from the door.

“They… they… they haven’t done… anything… to… you…” Annabelle wondered aloud, as Jenna parted lips with the incubus, enjoying the feel of his clawed hands upon her body as she turned away from him to face the door.

“No mom, I’m still chaste.” Jenna remarked unenthusiastically leaning half over against the door. “Mom?” Jenna asked through to door.

“Yes… yes.. Jenna?” Annabelle responded, feeling a sudden cold chill of terror in response to her daughter’s tone of voice.

“I’m about to fix that. I’m a slut mom.” Jenna declared, shivering in pleasure at the stroke of the cock between her lips and the slow penetration as it pushed in, stretching and slowly molding Jenna to embrace her infernal damnation.

Annabelle felt existential dread as she heard her daughter shudder and moan from the other side of the door. Gasping, panting, a fist tapping gently as she was stretched and defiled.

A wave of heat suddenly hit Annabelle, she felt as if she herself were burning, the only thing drawing her enraptured attention away from the door was Rachel collapsing over in orgasm as the shockwave of corrupted innocence hit her.

Distant muffled cries of pleasure became clear apex of climax from other parts of the house. As Annabelle now knew, not only had she and her daughter been left by the rapture.

But their damnation was here.