By Kingmaker

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Sally extended her arms as wide as possible and fell back on her bed. It had been so long. It seemed just yesterday she left home and now… it was as familiar as an old shoe. The drive down had been long, and even now, she could hear her little sister, giggling downstairs as her mom pulled out plates for dinner.

She wanted to nap. Outside it had become dusk, the sky a pale blue as the sun dipped underneath the horizon. First things first, she thought. She looked to her suitcase. Strangely, she felt extra motivated to unzip it. Perhaps her new work ethic was paying off after all. She popped the thing open and gasped.

Even underneath all her shirts, she knew what it was. Every woman knew what it was. Immediately her mind went into detective mode, wondering which roommate pranked her this time. Her fingers traced around the dildo’s outline and the more she did it, the more she found she couldn’t stop it. Through the cotton shirts on top of it, she could feel its power, slowly seeping in through her fingers, streaming up into the rest of her body.

She heard more sounds downstairs. They would be calling her soon… but she couldn’t go. Just a little more time was needed. She stroked the thing like a favored pet and heard her breath become more labored as her heart fluttered. Delicate hands peeled back the pink shirt. When her eyes settled on the naughty toy, she could not help herself from letting out a husky moan. It was ornate and finely wrought, and was possessed of a deep, rich crimson shine.

She noticed the engravings that ran along its side. The first line of text was written in exotic, indecipherable runes. The second line was written in elegant script, reading ‘The key to pleasure is the key to the universe‘. The third set of carvings looked hastily written, with crude technique and possibly dried blood within the etchings themselves. It read ‘FUCKING SHIT FUK RAPE FUUUUUUUU‘ until the writer ran out of room in the end.

She picked the thing up and held it across her hands. Immediately she felt her breasts tingle as an erotic heat pulsed down to her thighs and melted into her flesh. It felt like a warm glow had washed over her soul. Pleasure throbbed in spine tingling waves from her hand, and she felt her body stiffen, as if suffering some sort of erotic shock. The longer it stayed the more she wanted it. And then she knew she had to have it inside her at least once.

If it felt this good outside her body… she had some testing to do.

The thought of putting it alone had made her breath quicken, her skin heat up. Now that the thought had been made, some flexibility had been restored to her body, and she saw her hand slowly inch the vicious looking dildo down into her pants. She gasped and writhed, feeling the heat of the thing skim against her lower belly. She pushed her panties up just a little and slid the phallus further down.

Curiously, the closer it got to her pussy, the hotter and more veiny the thing seemed to feel… almost like a real cock. Before she could even consider it she realized the dildo was broaching her pussy lips, sending sensuous prickles of desire deep into her womanhood. She had a sense she was on the cusp of something, a feeling that things were never going to be the same and that once it happened… there was no turning back.

At once the dildo slithered up inside her, filling her sopping cunt with its considerable girth. Sally inhaled sharply.

In one heartbeat, it ignited with ancient, forbidden power.

The infernal tool soaked her slick inner walls with its seething, pent-up energy. When she exhaled she fell to her knees and opened her mouth to scream, though no sound came out. Like lightning she saw within her mind’s eye, bright flashes of carnal pleasure lash her soul, cowing its good nature while elevating its perverseness.

It throbbed and thrust deep inside her. Wet arousal ran from her slit and soaked her quivering thighs. She shivered while prickling heat raced down her body, her orgasm making her stomach shudder while she slumped further to the ground.

It is time… for Change… whispered a voice in her head, and another flash of pleasure struck before her soul. Within the flash she saw faces… some elongated and pale… others compact and ruddy… all their eyes like burning red dwarf stars.

She arched her back and moaned softly as the feel of invisible hands swept up her belly and groped her breasts. She licked her lips and kept her eyes close, paralyzed with sensation. Deeper inside, fear mingled with rapture, just as the shadows in her room deepened, the whispers ever louder by her ears…

“Saaally! Dinner!” her mom called.

“Coming!” she gasped and steadied her hands on the floor. She noticed runnels of sweat run down her arms and felt hazy, her head light as if in a dream. She had the vague sense that everything would be alright, so long as she kept her secret. The mere thought sent a wave of euphoria through her being. She breathed in deeply and a drunken smile dawned on her face.

As she stood up, she thought she felt a throbbing in her chest, as if her pink bra had become… tighter.

She ignored it and steadied herself against her doorway, trying to rein in the ceaseless rushes of pleasure that thrummed from within her pussy. She took a deep breath, and walked down the stairs. The lamps on the walls created blurry trails of light when she walked past them. Her mother and sister on the other hand seemed floaty and drifting before her eyes.

She closed her eyes when she got to the foot of the stairs, willing her vision problems away.

The two college girls sat at the table, with only the sister, Tara, speaking excitedly. Sally couldn’t offer much, only able to pick at her food and offer one word responses as the dildo had its way with her, a strange and constant smirk on her face.

Her eyes dilated when she watched her mother lean back and take a sip from her wine glass, exposing her gracile neck, her light sprinkling of freckles hinting at the large and mature breasts below. She felt her core temperature intensify when she turned to her sister and found her eyes drinking in the pert mounds of her cupcake-like breasts, straining against her light green shirt.

She felt ashamed and confused that they should excite her so. She put her sweaty hands on the table, steadying herself as she became acutely aware of her dildo. Arousal mounted in her body as the sex toy began to spasm and vibrate at even higher speeds, and she felt a spike of fear race up her nerves at how well the thing was thrusting into her. It felt so organic and… real. Her supple thighs clenched together, trying to hold off what could not be denied.

She closed her eyes and held her breath. What was seconds in the real world was an eternity in the mind. Deprived of her sight, she could focus her attention on the feeling. How the dildo lengthened within her wet passage, its swollen girth against her pink inner walls, at the command of some invisible force as it thrust inside her in a merciless frenzy.

Her legs twitched. A trio of voices tickled her ear, as subtle as smoke against silk, worming their way into her soul, urging her most lustful surrender. Somehow they were able to make her body still, even as her pussy twitched and flowed. The stillness made it all the more intolerable.

We can put an end to it child… said one voice, the greatest pain in the world does not compare to the suffering eternal pleasure can bring.

Another voice chimed in, choking on its rage. YOU BITCH! You give us the soul or we TAKE the soul!

Sally shivered at the third one, whose sibilant tongue drove slow rapture down her spine. Ahh… se krezzel vas l’en fras! Xivin shilde, Ira mazzes ir sress…

Sally thought she was going to boil over from the feminine voice, how it made her soul glow and her body spasm. Her calm breaths did much to take the edge off the arousal, fearing if she tipped over into ecstasy… it would not be a fall she could climb out of.

An excited moan was all she could let loose, her fight against fate on a razor’s edge. She elicited strange looks all the same from her mother and sister. “What was that about?” inquired her mom, not sure what was going on with her perspiration streaked daughter.

Sally scrambled for a reason and became frightened at how quickly one came to her. “Oh the food… it’s so good!” She smiled nervously, her dazed eyes not matching with the rest of her face. The more she tried to suppress her erotic movements, the more the dildo plowed into her, delivering not only the delight of its penetration, but a deeper, more ethereal sensation.

It touched her in ways the dildo never could, like invisible chords of pleasure, plucked all along her body to play a tune that could only inflame helpless Sally with more desire.

Tara looked at her sister’s plate and giggled. “Oh my god, you’re such a liar! You’ve barely eaten anything!”

Taken off-guard, Sally gave the infernal artifact all it needed to finish the job. A whimper of need and terror peeped through her lips. She knew then… she had lost.

Her body stiffened as dark elation rose through her flesh. Her next words were choked off in her throat as she threw her head back, her mouth slack. Her pussy rippled with inner contractions and the dildo swelled, tensed… and exploded.

Strands of red etheric essence boiled from the tip and shot straight into her plush womb, twisting flesh and soul both with its corruptive nature. She cried out, arching her back and lifting her hips off from her seat, her eyes shining like dark rubies but for a moment.

Sally could no more ponder her lapse in defense than she could the sudden onrush of ecstasy. At once her conscious mind was obliterated under a deluge of pleasure and darkness. She spasmed in her chair, each malevolent spurt from the toy sending her into new lustful convulsions. Husky and strained moans rushed out of her gaping mouth, the final songs of struggle over her mortal soul.

The black cross nestled against the swells of her milky cleavage began to smoke. Her breasts too, expanded before her family’s eyes, ripening into a rounder shape, jiggling to her paroxysms, nipples hard and tingling with excitement.

At once the bizarre show came to an end and she slammed back down into her chair, her heavy breasts heaving while errant strands of saliva fell down the soft cleft of her cleavage.

She shuddered… and let out a satiated sigh that seemed to breathe out longer than possible.

Her sister and mother watched in stunned silence. Sally brought her head back down, her eyes bereft of their joyful glint.

“Wow you’re soooo weird! And what’s wrong with your boobs!?” said Tara.

What was once Sally spun her head to her giggling sister, her face a mask of fury. “SHUT UP! Eat your vegetables, bitch!” Her voice was inhumanly deep, but tinged with arousal.

She watched as her mother scooted away from the table in fright while Tara screamed. Sally dropped all pretense of calmness and let out sonorous moans of ecstasy as her transformation continued apace.

Her body writhed within her chair and her pussy juices flowed freely, soaking through her panties and shorts and onto the chair’s cushion. Her gyrating only had the effect of urging the dildo to more wildly thrust and vibrate within her love tunnel, throwing her into a chain of orgasms.

“Oh! Oh! FUCK!” she shouted. “Her soul is ours!”

“Mom! What’s happening!?” screamed Tara, finally have the presence of mind to leap away from her sister. Sally’s hips bucked so hard that they soon collided against the table, knocking the thing over and sending plates, half-finished food and drinks scattering.

Louisa watched the impossible, not quite believing her own eyes, even as her daughter bucked and thrashed in carnal bliss. She thought she saw her precious little Sally’s blonde locks begin to shimmer and lengthen, shifting from a healthy straw color to something unnaturally resplendent. They turned impossibly golden yet white, glowing like some beautiful morning star.

“Oh my god…” she said, taking a further step back as she watched her daughter’s sweet, wholesome face become more refined, with a degenerate and crueler kind of beauty. Lips widened into voluptuous petals, eyelashes turned thick and smoky, while her eyes gleamed blood red. “My baby needs the Lord!”

Sally finally jumped out of her chair and pinned herself back against the wall, while spittle inducing vitriol leaked from her foul mouth. “Fuck him! I need a fuckin’ cock… and some pussy!” She tried turning around when she heard her sister scream shrilly at her nonsense, but staggered as another climax rocked her body. She felt her breast flesh still flowing with unnatural vitality, expanding her chest into two soft and juicy globes.

She tore her blue shirt from the sides and snapped the pink bra underneath, letting the creamy swells of her bosom spill over bright cotton as the threads parted like some ancient sea before her femininity. “I’M FREEEE!” Her huge tits jutted out proudly, sitting high on her chest like a sculpture that was an ode to all that was feminine. And from the turgid nipples that rested atop her soft, alabaster mountains of flesh, leaked streams of a velvety black fluid.

Sally turned to her sister, pushing her chest out and letting her large, puffy breasts fill up her vision. “Drink siss, drink it all!” Another voice spewed out of Sally’s mouth right after, one that was less vehement but just as sinister, “Oh this is such a delight. Sisters! The Fallen One smiles on us ton-” The original, aggressive voice exploded back into being.

“Ff-fuck! Do NOT interrupt me, slave!” She looked down to her sister again, sporting a maniacal grin. She wobbled her massive tits from side to side, sending sloshes of her demonic nectar all over the tile floor. “Drink, bitch!”

Tara backed up to the edge of the kitchen and felt herself cornered against the screendoor. “No… please, no…” She looked in the back and saw her mother punching in a phone number before murmuring quietly into the receiver while keeping her eyes on Sally.

A look of sympathy washed over Sally’s face and the more refined voice crept back to her lush lips. “Come little one, bring thyself to mine bosom and partake in the blessings of Baal.” Tara found herself mellowed by her gentler words and transfixed by the ample, jiggling orbs of her sister’s chest. She was so relaxed she didn’t even notice her sister reach behind her head. Slowly her face was brought into the luscious slopes of her sister’s demonic tits. Her lips slipped around a nipple, and the dark nectar flowed…

“Nooooo!” she heard her mother scream, sounding like some distant storm cloud. Tara was in her own cloud, reveling in the sheer warmth that flowed down her throat. It tasted vaguely sweet … and something else. Something she couldn’t place. She felt her nose and the rest of her face pressed into her sister’s smooth and plump breast and thought she was going to drown in softness. In pleasure.

But before she could, she felt herself fall back against the floor and watched through dazed eyes as her mother smacked her sister’s head with her heavy purse, knocking her out. Black fluids stained Tara’s lips, and despite how warm the tainted nectar was, she was thankful she could already feel the pleasure fading away.

“Is my baby ok!?” said her mother. Tara took a hand up and smiled.

“Yeah… yeah I think so.” She looked her mother in the eyes with genuine gratitude. “Thanks for getting her off me. I don’t know what got into her but… it felt good.” She shivered at the remembrance of the taste and eyed the liquid streaming down her sister’s big ivory melons with envy.

“That’s because your sister has turned to sin. But it’s ok, because we can save her. I’ve called a man that can help.”


“The Exorcist.”


Father Bill stepped into Sally’s room quietly, with her mother and sister behind him. She was sleeping. She was also tied to the bed posts. Her face was so serene it was hard for him to believe this was the very same girl he had heard such vile things about.

His eyes widened when she tossed and turned in her sleep and unsettled the bed sheet laying on top of her. The sheet slid down, and what he thought were multiple sheets and blankets piled up turned out to be none other than her prominent chest. Great creamy mounds of unnatural femininity stretched her form fitting baby blue t-shirt to the limit.

He gulped when he saw the luscious swells of her cleavage pressed so tightly together. They reminded him of his darker days, back when he gleefully snorted coke off the peachy ass of some barely legal stripper before titfucking her stoned sister. But those days were behind him.


“Well then… hooooly shit…” he said absentmindedly. Louisa frowned and looked at him, not sure if a man of the cloth actually just said what she thought he did.

“Father, we don’t use that kinda language ’round here.”

“Ah yes, sorry ma’am, my apologies.” He looked back to her daughter. Her face almost seemed to glow with heavenly light. More than that, her very features had changed, if the portraits laid out throughout the house were anything to go by.

Enviable, modelesque cheek bones had risen to sleek prominence on her visage, her nose refined like a sculptor’s dream and her lips… Father Bill felt ashamed that the first thing he noticed about her lips was not their perfect shape, but how well they could suck his cock. Plush and voluptuous, like the rest of her body, her mouth seemed caught in a state of constant poise, ready for something to suck.

“Father?” Again her mother interrupted his daydream. “What can you do for her?”

He turned back to her, grabbed her by her shoulders and looked straight into her eyes. “I’m gonna save her. But first we’re gonna need some candles… lots of candles.”


When Father Bill had finally gotten to work, the room was bright in the amber cast of candle flame. Laid out in concentric circles around her Sally’s bed and set up on every desk, the room was at last a veritable fire hazard.

He sat down by her side, and this close to the beauty he could feel the sheer presence of her evil. From a distance, he was amazed by her full and heavy bosom, but up close… he felt enslaved by it. Even from the curve of her hip, he could tell she sported an equally succulent backside.

How he wanted nothing more than to just reach forward and squeeze, to grope her large, unbelievably soft melons and fondle the taut, pale hemispheres of her ass cheeks. Feast on those supple lips as he ran his hands through her smooth golden hair… then he remembered her mother was watching.

Thank God she’s here, he thought. He couldn’t trust himself before such supernatural allure. He cleared his throat and got a hold of himself.

“Sally… Sally…” he said gently, and ran his finger down her forehead and across her cheek, checking her temperature. “Sally… I’ve got something for you…”

She opened her eyes with delicate slowness. They flicked without her eyelids closing, like a reptile. Her irises had filled with a bright shade of scarlet, her pupil’s catlike. He wanted nothing more than to leap out of his chair and run as far as he could at that moment. Her gaze bore into his and a hungry smile widened her face.

This was nothing like he had dealt with before. Most exorcisms involved a little bit of shouting, an enraged psycho, spouting a few noble sounding platitudes and a fair amount of slapping. But with that body, and those eyes, he was convinced.

This was real.

“Fadra Villzo? Plezizetzen tine’a mar kuu. Ira Sashari int se ir jer kuuor a’nima.” Her tongue dangled out of her mouth and made insectoid clicking sounds as she spoke. Her voice was far more feminine that the two that manifested the day before. It was the epitome of sensual. Though the good Father hadn’t the faintest idea of what she said.

It wasn’t any version of speaking in tongues that he had heard before.

“V’atoor javen kuu bral’ai ver nii?” Her words sent a chill down his spine, and he found her already staggering beauty magnify before his eyes. His breath grew quick and his eyes drifted once more into the heaving expanse of her plump cleavage, longing to burst free from their mortal constraints.

He took a deep breath and looked back into her eyes. “Alrighty now. Is Sally in there, can I speak to her?”

A shadow came across her eyes and her face twisted into a snarl. “I don’t know, can you? NO YOU CAN’T MOTHERFUCKER!” She yanked against her restraints. Her veins bulged along her previously smooth neck and she pushed her jiggling chest out obscenely.

Bill flinched in his seat but didn’t tear his eyes away from how her heavy, pert globes jounced to and fro. “Holy hell woman, that is some demonic ‘roid rage, Jesus Christ!” He turned and saw Louisa frowning over his cavalier language. What a judgmental bitch, he thought.

But then he focused back on Sally. It was his duty and pleasure to do so. “Alright alright, calm down. What can I do… to make you leave peacefully?”

Sally thrust her hips off the bed back and forth in a violent manner, growling and moaning at the same time. “Fucking fuck me! FUCK ME!” At last he saw the outstanding curvature of her ass, rounded like an apple with two high sitting cheeks.

Exorcism by penetration. He would have loved to do so but… that damn mother… watching me like a hawk. My blessing and my curse. “Uh…ok, well I can’t do that. What exactly do you want?”

“I want to… FUCK! And I wanna have a good time! And the Apocalypse, I want that too!” Before he could respond he heard her mother, sobbing behind him.

“I want my baby back! Please just give her back!” Louisa’s former daughter only cackled with malicious delight.

She sprung up against her restraints and straightened herself back against the bed frame and looked her mother in the eyes. “Your daughter is gone! I soul fucked that bitch into oblivion and she loved every moment of it… her soul is nothing more than black tatters! GONE!”

She cackled some more as her mother buried her face in her hands. “Nooo…” she cried and sunk to her knees.

Bill fished into his leather satchel. “Ok then, Sally, if that’s the way it’s gonna be, that’s the way it’s gonna be. I’m gonna introduce you to two associates of mine, think of them… like doctors.” he gripped a large, dusty Bible in his left hand and brandished a crucifix in his right. “And their prescription is… THE LORD!”

He held the cross in front of her face and read a passage from the book. “But if it is by the finger of God that I cast out demons…” The exorcist grinned as she groaned and writhed to his proclamations. Although there was something off about her… she seemed to enjoy it!

Her wide hips swung and rolled with temptation, like the snake in Eden, offering him eternal damnation in between her sopping loins. Her vast, creamy tits swayed from side to side, those soft slopes of infernal feminine majesty seducing all that was good from the former con man, that he may spend the rest of his days buried between them. Her ruby lips curled in beautiful agony, singing whines and moans where the line between pain and pleasure blurred.

“then the kingdom of God has come upon you!” He panted, both at reciting the passage and at the sexual splendor before him. “What did you think of THAT, you forsaken beast!?” He jabbed his cross at her again and she jolted back, thrusting her rounded hips back at him.

“Oh… oh… Father… that was fuckin’ great!” She sighed as if recovering from an orgasm. “But you forgot one thing…”

He smirked. “And what’s that?”

“THE GOOD PART!” The aggressive voice was overpowered by the refined one. “Apologies, Father, you must excuse that one. I thought it was… sublime… it must have been centuries since I’ve heard anything from that book and this time… I’m still here.”

Father Bill slunk back into his chair, exhausted. “I will do this as long as it takes…”

“Oh I don’t doubt it, but time was never the issue. Faith on the other hand…”

Louisa brought her face out of her hands. “What is he… she, talkin’ about?”

Father Bill waved his hand. “It’s a demon, ma’am. That’s what they do. Make you question your faith, but don’t worry, I got this handled-”

“Like sand in a hand and plankton in a net. You get what you pay for, Louisa.” sniped the demon, as it lay back in bed with a wicked smile on its face.

“That’s enough out of you!” Louisa fired back.

“But it won’t be the only thing coming out of me… or you for that matter.” Sally’s maniacal face leaned up from the bed and stared into her mother’s terrified eyes. “Oh yes mother dearest, we have plans for you… all sorts of plans…”

Bill got out of his chair and went to pat Louisa on the shoulder. “It gets better. I promise. It don’t look like its workin’ right now, but trust me it is. God is saving something special for this one. We’ll try again tomorrow.”

Father Bill and Louisa closed the door to her bedroom to uproarious, demonic laughter and prayed for a better day tomorrow.


Elsewhere in the household was Tara. She had spent the night in bed after dinner, too frightened of her psychotic sister. She prayed for her, for the first time in her life. But there was something inside her, a whisper from a dark and ancient place.

She shivered to its voice. The more it spoke, the more she wanted to hear its voice. Burrowing, clawing and slithering into the chaste and innocent core of her soul. Sally had gotten to her. It was only a moment, but evil had made miles out of that moment.

A drink from her sister’s breast created a crack in her heart, one that she could not fill no matter how hard she tried. Taraaa… it hissed, its words like smoke rising out of her soul. Tara gripped her sheets and bit her lip, squirming as each syllable sent exciting tingles down her spine and between her legs.

She felt an unholy euphoria creep deeper and deeper into her flesh, delighting her will as much as it numbed it. But it was not enough. She still had some fight in her.

Tara forced herself up and swatted her arm across her bedside table, gripping her cross necklace. She slammed back down on the bed and gasped. Air rushed back into her lungs and unholy pleasure retreated from her flesh. Still she felt the presence right above skin, hovering… waiting for a lapse in faith.

She held strong… for tonight.


Father Bill and Louisa filed into Sally’s room for another day of hopeful smiting and redemption. “Ahh… Father, welcome back.” The refined demon was in control, by the moment. She pulled against her restraints and pushed her chest out, offering the holy man a mouth watering view of her deep, plunging cleavage.

The fibers in her baby blue t shirt had grown weak and strained holding back her massive demonic breasts. Father Bill felt a nuclear explosion of lust go off in his mind at the sight of her endowments. He imagined sinking his hands into her soft, round globes, just one little feel. That’s all he needed.

He cleared his throat. “Good morning, Sally.” He sat in the chair next to her bed and brought her covers up over her full tits to spare himself of such visual torment. “Is Sally here right now?”

Sally’s plush, dark lips parted, releasing her sonorous and sensual voice to seep into Bill’s ears. “As I elucidated yesterday, she is quite gone. We are in control now.”

“We?” he ventured.

Sally threw her head back, and her whitish blonde locks whipped over her shoulders like shooting cosmic gold. The motion made her sheets drop away, revealing again the rounded tops of her bulging cleavage. “We are The Three… for we are three.”

The exorcist furrowed his brow and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Well… yeah, kind of figured that.” He pulled his satchel up in his lap and fished out his Bible once more, and a small pouch of something else. “I don’t know what to tell ya… Three. Because here’s the deal. If you don’t high tail it out of this body…” he shook the pouch in front of her face, “I’m gonna have to use this. It’s been blessed by ten priests. We use this to strengthen holy water.”

Sally giggled. “Oh Great Below… not the salt!” She stopped and caught the Father’s eye. “Please. I’m afraid your holy condiments won’t do much but make me taste better. But I am a merciful spirit. I will let you speak to Sally.”

Bill reclined back in his chair with a wide smug smile. “Well alrighty then.”

“But…” she said, turning her head to Louisa in the corner of the room. “She must go.”

Louisa frowned. “Why!?”

“Do what I say or your daughter shall never inhabit this form again.” said the demon.

Father Bill turned to Louisa. “It’s ok. I got this.”

Famous last words, but still, she had no choice but to trust him. Louisa sighed. “Fine. I’ll go take a nap but I will be back to know what she said.”

“Yes ma’am.” He watched closely as Louisa shut the door behind her. “Now then… show me Sally.”

At once Sally’s face took on a kinder countenance. Her eyes seemed to dim in their infernal brightness, her stunning smile became less maniacal and her body… was still as outstandingly curvaceous as ever. “Father Bill?” she said timidly.

He put his hand underneath her chin. “I’m here for you now. We’re gonna work to get that thing out of you.”

Her eyes became misty and a weak smile dawned on her lips. “Thank you, Father. When it came for me… I couldn’t resist.” her voice had a subtle sparkling and sensual quality that made the hairs on Bill’s neck stand on ends. “It felt so good Father, so forbidden and… evil.” Father Bill couldn’t stop staring into her bright, red eyes. There was something about her voice that seemed so familiar.

“It was a new kind of love, of belonging. To feel its dark claws seep and burrow deep where no salvation could reach… and just… take.” She let loose an aroused sigh at her recounting as Father Bill leaned in, enthralled with her tale, too much to notice how her hands had silently slipped through her bonds. “Oh Father…” she moaned. “Thank… goodness you’re here. To save me… and hold me… tight.”

Father Bill was too lost in a haze of lust to see how she was leaning forward to him, nor was he broken out of his stupor when her soft hand reached across to his. His heart thundered and his breath grew heavy. He was hopelessly entranced and she knew it.

“You’re… not… Sally.” he managed to sound out, his brain impelling him onward more for copulation than conversation. Sally smiled kindly.

“It’s true. She really is gone. You may remember me more when I spoke more like jeh Sashari, jeh iyet vo terras.” Father Bill gulped as she grabbed the back of his head and trapped his mouth against her dewy red lips. He groaned and she moaned; tongues locked and his hands drifted over to the warm, welcoming expanse of her silken bosom.

“None can resist me, Father. Come to bed with me. Become one with sin.” The reformed criminal turned holy man dropped his belt and undid the buttons on his jacket. As if drawing him in upon a floating cloud, he slipped in between her sheets and pawed at her shirt. Her feminine treasures would not stay cloaked for long.

He tore her shirt apart from the sides with ease, so strained and weakened was the fabric from her magnificent breasts. She helped him out of his pants and shimmied out of her panties. His jaw dropped as he took in the massive pale twin globes that defied his imagination, glistening with a demonic twinkle, moving down to drink up the vista of feminine perfection that was the luscious curvature of her belly and carved thighs.

“Drink from the breast of a demon… and be free.” With the strength of a tiger she snatched his head and pressed it into her right tit, while his free hand groped the other. Being pushed so far into her unimaginably soft flesh, his face seemed to sink within her feminine bounty, until he felt a slight warming up of the surrounding skin. Scalding liquid fire shot into his mouth at once, burning his throat but filling him with a taste unlike any other on the planet.

She moaned and gripped his head harder, and then thrust her flared hips up, aching to have his hard cock within her molten depths. As if drawn by some magnetic pull, his manhood plowed into her folds with unerring aim. Father Bill involuntarily opened his mouth wider around her nipple, taking more of her supple mound into his mouth, in response to the sheer sopping heat of her pussy.

It felt as if he had dipped his member into a hot jacuzzi, but this time wrapped in something far more solid than water. Like her flowing mammary, it had taken a little to get used to, but in moments he had acclimated to her tight, gushing walls and hellfire hot flesh. Her body twisted and undulated like a well oiled machine, perfectly matching his strokes until in one fluid motion she flipped herself on top and smothered him with her other breast.

The thick and soft voluptuous hemispheres of her ass bounced atop his cock like two impossibly defined globes of ivory cream. His free hand rested on her rolling hips in a futile gesture to control her furious pace. She thrashed against his hips with infernal passion, all the while furious snarls mixed with lewd moans, streamed out her curled lips.

Father Bill could no longer see what was going on, his vision was blotted out by the colossal slopes pressed upon his face. But he could feel. The long and drawn out contractions within her hungering pussy, her smooth, luxuriant thighs sliding against his own, the broiling liquid that never seemed to stop from her engorged tit to the feeling of his hands squeezing and plundering the firm and silken flesh of her jiggling ass cheeks.

He had never felt so good in his life.

Nor had he felt so tainted, even when he had been at his most strung out in the old days… he could sense the change boiling up through his soul. There was a time to be noble, but that time had passed. He was committed now and made peace with that fact by pistoning his cock back up into her pussy with renewed vigor, much to her aroused delight.

He shoved himself further into her giant, soft breasts, delirious with sensory overload as her silken flesh molded over his face. So close to her skin, caught in such warm and supple darkness, he drowned under the scent of her sweetness, smelling as fresh as spring and as carnal as a harem orgy.

As if sensing the strange tingles of change settling into his flesh, Sally pulled her mammoth tits away from his face, resuming their supernaturally pert position high on her chest. The light in the room assailed Father Bill’s eyes, while his face ached for the sweet and soft pressure of her bosom against it.

She had her hands on his chest, still rolling her hips but at a slower, sensual pace. “How about it, Father? I can leave you as you are, and let sin fester in your veins… or I can seal it now with pleasure.” she moaned at the very idea and pushed her spectacular buxom chest out, her ample melons still sticky and steaming with her unholy elixir.

“I don’t give a fuck…” he gasped, out of breath and hazy, utterly entranced by the full, teardrop orbs that bobbed to her grinding.

“I didn’t think so.” She smiled and ran her fingers along his stomach. “Pleasure it is!” With a passionate contraction of her vaginal muscles, she squeezed around his helpless cock like a velvet vice. Erotic spasms rocked her pussy as she clamped and released his cock, over and over again.

“Oh fuck… fuck!” shouted Father Bill as his hips thrust up on their own accord while his hands grabbed juicy handfuls of the ripe globes of her ass, pinning her down around his cock out of instinct. She pressed his gasping face into the silken valley of her pillowy breasts.

“Yes! Yes! Come in me, Father!” She howled and her body shuddered with pleasure. She felt his balls slap against her ass. And then came the inevitable pulsing of his cock… the warm explosion within her love canal. Searing ropes of his seed and soul lashed against her pink, squelching inner walls. She hissed and relished his tongue against her erect nipples, his mouth engulfing her supple, lustful flesh as if he wanted to choke on her tits.

“Feel Baal’s power, Father…” She loosed an orgasmic sigh as she felt tendrils of darkness descend from within her being and funnel through her pussy, entering the former holy man. Her long nails sailed through his clipped hair, keeping his desperate lips sealed to her nipple, his head buried in the voluptuous slopes of her bosom. With a slight pulse within her breast she arched her back and moaned to the heavens as more of her vile black ambrosia spewed into her victim’s mouth.

“Mmm… mmfh…” grunted the Father as his body continued to twitch helplessly within her curvaceous embrace, as one essence left him and another took up residence in his mortal shell. To his amazement and pleasure he kept coming. Power thrummed through his body. Infernal power.

His stomach continued its tensing motions through his never ending orgasm. He thought his brain would split with ecstasy. His whole body convulsed and had he not be secured to Sally, he knew his bones would have ripped out of his skin. His fingers sunk into the round and firm cheeks of her flexing backside. And his cock jabbed forward in a futile quest to plunge deeper into his mate, even as she kept up her merciless milking of his shaft. Being stuck between her colossal breasts had became the most divine torture.

“MMMMFF!” He groaned into the swells of her cleavage, her pliable satin flesh almost too much to bear, her scalding drink too addicting to deny. And then in one final pulse from his cock he screamed in bliss, shaking hard enough to snap his own spine.

At last… he was without soul.

Sally let his delirious face fall from her pouting and leaking globes, the Father’s eyes having long rolled back into his head. “There, there Father. Relax… and feel my gift. The gift of Baal.” The Father’s chest heaved and his cock twitched within her silken grasp, eliciting a excited yelp from the demon possessed girl.

His limp arms rose from the sheets as if manipulated on marionette strings… and then grasped her heavy, plush tits like the treasures they were. Sally moaned and scratched down his rapidly changing chest. Undefined pectorals refined themselves into statuesque prominence, abs rose out of his stomach like a newly developed mountain range and his arms expanded into hard ropes of muscle.

“Yessss…” hissed the demon girl as the Father’s hands swept down from her perfect chest and onto her lithe belly before affixing themselves to her plump ass cheeks once more. The man suffered one more convulsion and a tiny amount of spittle leaked from the corner of his mouth. Sally peered over him eagerly, within kissing distance of his lips.

When his eyes snapped open, they were no longer his own. Irises swirled with a torrid ruby cast and glinted with pure evil. At once he plundered her lips and groaned like he was devouring fresh fruit, much to Sally’s delighted whines.

Father Bill was no more.


Tara tossed and turned in her sleep. Ever since she prayed for salvation and held her cross close a night ago, she had developed a fever that had grown worse and worse over the ensuing hours. Sweat draped her skin as she lay atop her sheets while delirious moans of pleasure sounded out from her soft lips.

In her waking hours she had trudged around in a pleasurable, dull haze, bumping into walls and tables and lost between realms of rosy dreams of insidious lust and the cold reality of her home. With her mother tending to her sister, she had felt so alone. So isolated.

When at last she turned to sleep, her isolation had made her a ripe, defenseless morsel. How easily she had let the invisible intruder deep into her soul. With but a sigh of the lips, a release of her cross and a spread of the legs, she symbolically surrendered to what had already been waiting inside her, robbing her of her senses and direction, poisoning her with thoughts of blissful resignation.

In her dreams she fell through tunnels of astral darkness, always falling, always faster. The deeper she fell the more pleasure she felt. Tingles raced up her legs and into her loins, setting off a chain of orgasms that conquered the young woman.

Her face scrunched and her back arched, her nails clawing into the sheets as her body convulsed with each release. Her ass bounced off the bed while she hyperventilated in ecstasy, feeling the tendrils of her sister’s demon dive into her innocent heart and corrupt her utterly.

In her dream she watched an angel with the face of Father Bill fall into a pit of black tar, screaming not in pain to get out but in desperation to drown in its satiny smooth embrace. She came at the image of the holy man’s fall and yet another of her spiritual defenses was shattered, leaving her soul a flickering and defenseless ember before the dark carnal abyss.

But still the evil waited, leaving her good spirit innocent, but with the gnawing carnal hungers that would doom it all the same.

“Take me,” she whispered to the entity, “finish it and make me like my sister… I can’t… can’t take it anymore…” At once the darkness that had insinuated itself in her flesh sprung to life. She cried out, saliva frothed from her lips and her nubile body became paralyzed in dark rapture.

An ethereal weight pressed down on her, kissing her lips, blowing on her skin, its sharp hands clawing into her soft ass. She had never felt so helpless and so aroused.

Still, she surrendered before its hot, sensuous touch and let it rework her mind, body and soul to its desires. The erotic assault flared throughout her nerves, searing into her pleasure centers with such power as to compel her to rip away her flimsy shirt and expose the blossoming orbs of her luscious breasts.

Her lungs filled with air and her soft breasts heaved to her spiritual desecration, her spurting pussy and wails of joy the wet and musical accompaniments to her surrender and downfall. Little by little, the dimmest motes of foul red light began to twinkle in her eyes, while inside the real Tara was destroyed, subsumed by the wanton creature that took her place.

The messages she received were simple and the more she heard its musical voice, the more she accepted her enslavement, the ethereal chains of which had been grafted onto her soul. There were no thoughts of rebellion left in her sweet little head.

Only of her mother… and what she must do. As Father Bill fell into damnation across the hallway, a sickly sweet smile dawned upon Tara’s peaceful face.


Louisa awoke with a start and looked over to her clock, flashing its numerals in a diffused digital green. It was midnight! She could have sworn she had set the thing to go off only after a half hour. But now the night sky was as black as it had ever been and the house… was eerily silent.

It was not the silence born of absence of people but the silence of waiting. A predatory stillness had fallen over the house like a lion stalking its prey beneath tall blades of grass. The malevolent peace was shattered when her bedroom door was shattered and in walked three silhouettes.

“Hope you had a nice nap, bitch!” bellowed what could have only been Father Bill, or what used to be him. “You’re gonna have to be well rested for what I’m gonna do to you!” He stalked forward in a torn apart clerical uniform and his eyes burned with the fiery reds of Hell. The veins along his rippling arms glowed with a similar infernal undercurrent.

Louisa screamed and scrambled back on her hands across her bed, futilely backing up against the oaken headboard. Sally’s statuesque and busty silhouette hung on Father Bill’s right arm while Tara… precious Tara had been turned too! She writhed along the changed holy man’s left side, grinding her dripping pussy against his leg and pressing her huge and succulent mammaries into his side.

“Oh oh no! No!” screamed Louisa as they stepped even closer. “Lord help me! Help my children! My babies!” Before she could do anymore than wail, her daughters leapt forward, with Tara pinning her legs to bed and Sally her arms.

“We’re not your children anymore!” hissed Tara. Her glowing eyes taunted her mother as much as the hanging globes of her chest, voluptuous reminders that the old Tara was no more.

“We serve Baal now…” gloated Sally as she tied up her mother’s wrist’s to the headboard with the scraps of cloth from her shredded shirt. Her sex drenched scent, heightened with demonic pheromones, made Louisa’s cheeks flush red, while her generous bosom followed suit, her skin tingling and her loins burning with indecent need.

“And Baal, serves the Fallen One.” said Father Bill. Louisa yelped to the sensation of Tara pulling down her pants, revealing her dark panties.

Sally laughed at her mother’s muffled pleas as she deliberately smacked the sides of her face with her soft and massive tits. “But don’t worry, because Bill is gonna give you a real surprise…” She looked over her shoulder to Father Bill and sported a devilish grin.

Father Bill leapt up to the bed while the sisters made way. The demon possessed holy man pointed a long shadowy finger at Louisa’s trembling belly like some ancient being passing judgment on a mortal. “The Anti-Christ needs a home, woman… and what he wants, he gets!”

“Oh god no! Lord save me now! Please!” sobbed Louisa as her daughters tore away her clothes.

Sally whispered in her ear as she fondled her mother’s breasts. “We are saving you… saving you from ever having to grow old and tired, from having to die… innocent. You will feel it all!”

Father Bill’s eyes flared red as he ripped his pants down. His cock swung about, hard and eager to sink within the mother’s folds and plant the world’s end deep into her belly. He lunged down and sniffed her neck, kissing her soft skin and savoring her fear.

Despite her age, Bill could taste her readiness in the air, the primal heat that wafted off her body, anticipating his unholy seed. Louisa moaned in helpless arousal, the mere presence of her daughter’s having stoked an unnatural lust between her loins. “God drive these demons from my babies…” she whimpered.

Bill laughed and grabbed her round and freckled breasts, squeezing her milky flesh as he slammed his cock deep into her pussy. The mother’s protests were silenced when Sally trapped her mouth under her lips. The daughter tongued deep into her mother’s mouth, steady and insistent despite Bill rocking the bed with his manic thrusts. Louisa twitched and whined underneath the pleasurable assault, fighting against her daughter’s lips and iron grip futilely.

Her struggling body only pushed him on, deeper inside her velvet grasp. Every buck, every squirm and jerk only served to move her closer to her ultimate fate. “Keep on fighting, bitch! It makes your fall all the sweeter!” He thrust deep enough until their hips met and then pounded her slit like a drum. His mouth salivated, watching soft, pendulous breasts swim and careen on her chest.

Tara’s eyes watched Bill’s demonic manhood rail in and out of her mother with malicious interest. She imagined the pure evil boiling up behind his rigid shaft, seething to burst free and inject itself into such a righteous woman, despoiling her womb and soul.

Bill’s hands, coarse and glowing red in the veins, squeezed Louisa’s pale breasts together, relishing their softness as her nipples rose to pink little points. Her gasps and moans sung to Bill’s corrupt soul and swelled the head of his cock even more with purpose and desire. The mother of two felt herself slipping, being strung along in chains of ecstasy to an unholy climax that threatened to darken her very soul.

Tara heard her mother’s desperate protests, in between moans and whimpers of pleasurable betrayal as her body gave itself to the demon. “It’s over mom. He’s going to fill you up, right under your blessed roof. You will belong to him, mind, body and soul by the end. And you’ll love him all the more for it!” she hissed and stroked the side of mother’s quivering arm, still overcome with Sally’s kisses and Bill’s merciless pounding.

Louisa moaned to her daughter’s words and her pussy quivered and clamped to the instinctual fear of the infernal life being forced inside her… and the loss of her free will. It was both arousing and horrifying, and the more she denied it aroused her, the more insistent the desire became.

Bill shuddered to the silken contractions of her lustful pussy. He snarled and wrapped his lips around one of her generous mounds. He sucked her nipple as his cock stiffened inside her and unleashed his demonic seed deep into her ripe womb.

Louisa moaned freely when Sally pulled away. The daughters watched their mother convulse and thrash in bliss as pure evil stormed her body, seeping deep inside her like roots in the earth. A chain of climaxes ripped through the woman, each spray of Bill’s tainted essence driving her to ever higher heights of carnal bliss.

Bill grinned as he sensed the woman’s purity wither and crumble as her beauty was raised. Her ear length auburn locks flowed with sparkling radiance down to her ripe belly, which in turn gurgled and howled demonically to the dark seed insinuating itself within her defenseless body. The corrupted holy man felt the woman’s heavy tits expand and flow into luscious and huge teardrops, untouched by time and full of vitality.

Each explosive pulse of his cock sent her screaming into ecstasy. A hellish light saturated the room, while windows and lights trembled. Through Louisa’s blissful sobs her humanity melted, her moans adopting a deeper and more sinister pitch as the Anti-Christ took root within her undulating belly. Her huge creamy breasts jiggled to her orgasmic surrender until her whole body went rigid under the incredible pleasure and her eyes flared into burning red orbs.

A series of haunted and ghostly gasps tumbled from her pouting lips as a glowing pentagram rose from underneath her belly while another illuminated between her heavy globes and a final one in the middle of her forehead. “Like she said… mind, body and soul. This vessel is yours, master.” said Bill.

Louisa lolled her head from side to side while a manic grin split her face. “Yessss…” she hissed and rose from the bed, her daughters cooing and fondling her hefty bosom in between their lewd hands. “The servants of Baal are just competent as their master. Such a righteous life this one had… the perfect vessel for my arrival.” She licked her lips and her hands went down to her belly, hot with evil life. The demon possessed mother then looked to Bill. “Do you know what happens next, holy man?”

Father Bill received her into his arms as she left her daughters. His hands scooted down to her round bottom, squeezing the soft flesh of her ivory buttocks. “Yes.” he said in between her lascivious kisses, relishing the feel of her ample tits swelling against his chest.

“The motherfuckin’ Apocalypse.”

Sexorcist modifed

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