Watch and listen

You smirk in self-satisfaction as the slime **** fucks the imp. The little demon shakes and moans, his skin progressively shrinking against his bones and growing paler, taking on a texture like paper with every helpless spurt of his cock. He is a creature made to fuck and corrupt, but you doubt whatever pit spawned him could have foreseen this.

There is something almost perverse in it, but you can’t help but put down the sword to better stroke your folds. Moisture gathers at your fingertips as you eagerly stroke yourself, teasing your tight snatch. Your other hand finds a breast and begins to slowly massage the cool flesh. You suck in a gasp as your fingers find a stiff nipple and begin to squeeze and knead. Your fingers find a rhythm, driving into your ever moister cunt in tandem to the imp’s helpless thrusts into the slime. Oh goddess this is wrong but it feels so good. You’re breaking no vows. You should feel pleasure to see minions of the evil who have corrupted the abbey pay in such a karmic way. It’s a weak argument but you don’t need much to enjoy the show.

The imp is barely struggling now. He can barely gasp as he flops like a rag doll to the slime’s relentless undulations. The unholy creature doesn’t even need to lie back anymore. She stands on slightly transparent legs, her impossible breasts proudly jutting from her body. She looks far more solid now than ever before. You wonder what she would feel like? Probably soft but firm, the perfect balance of the two. She plants a hand on her hip, the other caressing her breast in a careless manner, throwing back her ropy hair of gel and pointing her horns at the ceiling. The imp dangles limply from her crotch, perversely bobbing from the slime’s pelvis, his cock still buried deep inside, held there by virtue of the slime’s suction. You shudder. As soon as the imp dies, as soon as she’s drained him to the last drop, you’ll cum. You know it even as your eyes shine as you bask in the hellish glow of the slime. Your fingers drive feverishly into your cunt, anticipation of the imp’s ****, your climax making your breath short.

Something touches your fingers. “Ah ah,” full lips breathe into your ear.

You stiffen but it’s already too late. Tendrils of slime have wrapped about your ankles. Boneless limbs grasp your hands and you moan in disappointment as they yank you from breast and cunt. Your arms are stretched out as far as they’ll go and your legs join them, leaving you spread eagle in the open air. You shudder at the warmth in those limbs and look back in horror at your captor.

The second slime smiles with her strangely expressive face. She rears up behind you, her body as shapely as her sister’s in that vaguely buxom female way. However, unlike her sister, she has not two large horns but many small ones curling about her brow like a crown. Her skin too glows with a regal purple light that illuminates the way her extra limbs grow from her back and bind you. Even as you watch more tentacles sprout from her back and wrap about you.

“What a naughty girl,” the slime croons. “Ah!” A tentacle slaps about your mouth as you begin to speak. “No prayers I think. I only just got back my wonderful figure.” She hefts her glorious bust in her hands and gives them a gentle squeeze.

“What is it sister?”

“Our friend was watching your show sister.” The violet slime grips your chin and goddess! you quiver as her touch warms your skin and makes it tingle as she turns your face about.

“Has she?” the red slime asks, sauntering about with breeding hips swaying, her perfect hourglass figure only marred by the imp’s pasty shrunken shape, still attached to her crotch like some sort of demented loin cloth. “Did she enjoy it?”

You arch and squeal into your goo gag as the purple slime runs her free hand along your sopping cunt. “Oh yes sister. Very much.”

You flush deeply in shame as the slime’s hand departs, but her touch leaves your mound yearning for her and you subconsciously buck your hips, humping the air.

“So I see.” The red slime smiles and looks you up and down. Without seeming to pay attention, her pelvis again begins to undulate, sucking at the imp clutched to her groin. “Was she there long?”

“Lon enough not to see me come,” the purple one giggled.

The red slime closes her eyes, a hum building in her throat. The imp manages a final thrust, holding it there, shuddering with a doomed effort, then, gasps, releasing a tiny spurt of cream from his cock to dissipate in the red slime’s body. The imp gives a final shudder, then falls back, limp and lifeless, his black eyes staring sightlessly at you from where they bulge in the sockets.

“She is the one who spared us, isn’t she?” the red slime says, approaching. She doesn’t even pay a bit of notice as the imp slips free of her body and falls to the floor. When the little demon strikes it, he shatters like a sculpture made of dried paper, disintegrating into a pile of white powder.

“She is sister.” The purple slime cups your breasts and you jolt to the tips of your toes at the heat which fills your chest. “And all we wanted was her fluids.”

“Now sister, she could not have known,” the red one chastised lightly. She is now level with you and smiles her fully pouty lips, your own visible through the purple tentacle which still gags you. Your nostrils flare with desire as the heat in your breasts climbs your body, stretched taut like a violin string. “Poor thing. Do not fear. Your kindness will be rewarded.”

She looks down and you follow her eyes. Your scream is stifled by the gag as you watch the spot so recently occupied by the imp’s cock extend, bulging obscenely to form a tumescent scarlet fuck pole.

“No fair sister,” the purple slime pouts. “I wanted to take her.”

“You can have the next one sister dear. But please, play with her while we work. We are all sisters here.”

Her cock extends and rubs against your cunt lips obscenely. You shudder and try to pull away but the bindings of the purple slime are too strong. The red one leans against you, her breasts squishing against yours and flowing about them, suffocating them in their mass. “Are you ready, little one?”

You try to deny her but cannot. The red slime smiles. Tentacles form from her pelvis and spread your lower lips. Then, like a spear, her cock rams home.

You arch and scream as your hymen is broken and a void fills you, the terrible separation of the burning rose. But you can only focus on it for a moment, for in the next your insides are lit with a fire as the red slime’s faux cock fills you like nothing else. It stretches and spreads you eagerly about it, conforming perfectly to your body. The red slime begins to stroke your inner walls with her cock, perfectly formed to fill you, to fuck you.

“The gag is no longer necessary sister,” the red slime coos. “I want to hear her scream.”

“They will be lovely, sister,” the purple one says and releases your mouth. The first sound you make is not a cry of mourning for your lost chastity, but a whorish moan as the red slime fucks you, turning you into a writhing mess without seeming to even try. She smirks down at you as her prehensile cock plays you like a moaning instrument of pleasure.

You yelp as something prods your back door. You twist your head around and receive a playful grin from the purple slime as her tentacles spread the cheek of your ass. You cry out, sobbing in helpless pleasure as a faux cocks drills into your back entrance.

“No. No. Please,” you cry helplessly.

“Have you heard enough, sister?” the purple slime asks.

“I think so. Silence her.”

You never see the new tentacle but you certainly feel it as it pushes into your mouth. You do not try to resist, giving in as it slides up and down. Their limbs are not slimy, more like firm masses whose touch sends nerves jumping with toe curling pleasure. Your muscles, stretched to the limits by their touch, finally give, and you would have collapsed if not for the purple slime holding you up.

Neither of your tormentors cum, you doubt they can, but again and again you do, and whenever it happens, the red slime seems to grow a bit bigger, feeding off your helpless arousal and surrender. Hours must have been spent in the embraces of the slimes. It’s hard to tell as you spend the whole time in thrall to their touch. Their prehensile limbs explore every inch of your body, set it aflame with lust and torment you with leaving it unfulfilled while they **** your cunny and ream your ass.

“Such a wet slut,” the red slime croons, her pouty lips sucking on your neck making you keen around the tentacle filling your throat. “Such a good slut.”

“Shall we stop, sister?” the purple slime asks, peeking over your shaking shoulders. “If we go much longer she will die.”

“Good question sister. Let us ask her.”

“Oh good idea sister!”

“She needs her throat to speak.”

“Oops! Quite right.”

Your throat shudders as the tendril retreats, exiting your puffy lips with a pop. You sag in place, gasping for air, mewling in helpless ecstasy. The red one pats your cheek. “Wake up dear sister. We have a question for you now. An offer, in fact.”

“Oh do,” the purple slime giggles, her prehensile tongue sliding along your earlobe.

“I know. You have an option. We can continue to pleasure you, suck you of your liquids until you die. Or! We can make you our ****. Our personal sex toy to torment for as long as we please. Keeping you alive to aid us in taking your fellow mortals, corrupting them for our pleasure.

“Well little paladin? What will it be? ****? Or pleasure unending as our ****?”

Your mind reels, but you comprehend every word. You gasp and wriggle with the weight of the decision. Your lips tremble with your answer.