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When Miriam and Sara, chaste agents of the Church, had been sent to aid in the plight of a border village gripped by sin of all manner, the pair had steeled themselves for an arduous journey and a demanding time spent fulfilling the task expected of them as sisters of the Divine whose lives were devoted toward the greater good of all through the spread of Heaven’s light wherever the sun could reach. A noble cause that would ultimately do little to save them from the not-so grizzly yet terrible fate that awaited beyond the gateway leading into Sinestra’s Burrow, wherein they would be greeted by debauchery in all its forms no less than ten paces past the withered archway symbolizing the village’s borders.
Uncaring souls engaging in acts most unsightly out in the open as if it were going out of style. Whorehouses and other such foul dens lining filth ridden streets left the air rank and stale, smelling of unspeakable depravity. Shuttered businesses and ruined homes painting the bygone image of a much better place lost to the ages and neglect. Taverns hosting the most vitriolic individuals the world had ever seen spouting obscenities while eyeing up the womenfolk like slabs of meat…more than enough of a sign to the newcomers that something here had gone terribly wrong…
But no sooner had they made this discovery would Miriam and Sara be met with resistance from the locals who didn’t seem the least bit interested in the newcomers until the unseen force that had laid claim to Sinestra’s Burrow rallied them all into corralling the women through the village’s narrow streets and interconnected alleyways after a fierce showing of hostility had been enough to send the non-combatants running in fear, shivering hands entwined around each other to assure the other of their safety as long as they were together. Foregoing prayer and faith altogether in their panic as they barrelled straight into the mastermind’s waiting arms after having been so easily unnerved by the less than accommodating villagers who had suddenly leapt upon them like hounds springing a trap. One they had assumed themselves free of after finding safety in the shelter of a rundown church in the center of town, never questioning why their pursuers, numerous and physically able, hadn’t tried to follow them past rickety doors they should’ve been able to tear down very easily just like they could’ve captured either women before then now that they were safe. Leaving them vulnerable and ill-prepared for what came next when an exhausted Sara, stretching weary limbs, would catch sight of something most ghastly suspended over their heads. Suspended by iron chains and wicked hooks from abyssal dark.
Skin…a whole array of limp, clean deflated human skins complete with hair hung like fresh slaughter from a butcher’s harvest were arrayed in messy rows above the women’s heads. And no sooner had a shrill scream been loosed from frightened lips would movement blitz through the silent horde as two impossibly swift masses leapt for the two unsuspecting sisters who would barely have time to exchange fearful glances before they were beset by amorphous blobs of living skin. Muting Sara’s terrified vocalizations with the forceful insertion of a foul tasting tendril down the brunette’s waiting throat, paralyzing her where she stood with a brutal grip over her entire being as each and every last inch of her body becomes highlighted for all to see like a perverse statuette, leaving the imperiled sister as nothing more than a featureless silhouette cocooned in rippling beige while Miriam would fare no better, violated where she sat atop the broken pew she had decided to catch her breath on as the skins did their work. Unable to lift a finger to stop what came next as their bonds began to forcibly fuse with them, merging into a whole while energies perverse began to saturate their mortal bodies. Deforming the women until they were left wholly unrecognizable once neatly trimmed hair hidden behind vanished cowls lengthened into wild strands of gaudy coloration while unimpressive figures were imbued with ample curves and supple mass borne from shifting bones and dark magic. A corruption the women could do little but writhe in ecstasy against once the time came for hapless minds to follow after burgeoning bodies, drilled with countless scenes of degeneracy and a myriad more acts of debauchery that leaves their vulgar forms hungering for what the villagers had been engaging in ever since Sinestra’s Burrow had gone dark.
With the emergence of a matching pair of perky breasts laden with milk and tipped with the unmistakable protrusions of a heated waif’s swollen nubs pressing against revealing fabrics as they bloomed forth from tight chests while inhumanly long ears that came to a point lengthen from beneath luxurious locks, gone were the two holy maidens as menacing horns forged of tempered iron curled out of their skulls, with a pronged pair of polished obsidian belonging to a dark eyed noblewoman that had once been skittish Sara while a skyward pointing crown of crimson stands tall atop the alluring visage of a seductive, redheaded bitch in slutty nun’s habit that had replaced the formerly stoic and stalwart Miriam. Leaving them to their fates just as the doors to the decrepit church swing open once more, allowing themselves to be escorted out by the very same masses who had chased them earlier with not a hint of the concern, worry or disgust their past selves displayed toward the same escorts whose eager hands had begun to roam over their titillating forms. Making Miriam purr with sinful delight from a dexterous touch tracing the sexy cutout over her spine while Sara would willingly purse lips with a complete stranger while another busies himself with a handful of the matronly whore’s left tit, disregarding modesty and morals altogether now that the teachings of the Church had been completely wiped from their demon-trapped minds. Possessed by an irresistible deluge of sin dredged up from the bowels of the Underworld itself to birth twin demons unto the Earth through the usurpation of two unassuming women turned Succubi, attuned to furthering the spread of sin across the realm of mortal man…
And as they mingled amongst their new fellows, giving themselves to the insatiable denizens of the village in an effort to stoke an intense desire for sexual depravity and the innate thirst for the seed of virile menfolk inherent within most female demons, not a shred of the noble mission they had come to fulfill remained in twisted minds once Miriam had taken up a satisfactory position in a rank tavern; dainty arms pressed against the wall, luscious breasts hanging free like swinging pendulums, a pliable ass and the glistening folds between their voluminous cheeks, poised and ready for a dick to punish the naughty sister it belonged to, groaning like an animal once a brave one had found its way inside of Sara’s moistened snatch deep enough to give her uterus a knock. An inversion of Sara, who had already impaled herself on an erect javelin without so much as a grunt, wearing a dismissive look on her face even in the midst of a heated gathering as peckers of all shapes and sizes surrounded her. Eager for a turn while the scent of unwashed manhood stirs the imposing matron mad with lust despite her cold exterior, flexing her innards around the meaty thing in a bid to milk it dry, demanding to have her belly filled so she could get around to sampling all the other fine sausages pressing against her ass, sliding over her tummy and poking against her cheeks. Giving in to an eager one that had been teasing her watering mouth for quite some time now before being immediately rewarded with a fresh stream of cum shooting down a spasming esophagus at the same time Miriam’s womb would be painted white…
The Church would fail to hear of their missionaries from that day on, and while a whisper or two would continue to pour from the accursed village. None would ever see or hear of Miriam and Sara ever again…instead, curious travelers would hear of a curious little thing going on in the quiet, forgotten locale. Traveling there only to never be heard from ever again in their attempt to glimpse the two rumored mistresses who had recently come to preside over the filth ridden area, said to boast unrivaled beauty, intoxicating charisma and a skill to make men swoon and hunger for their presence at the simple crook of a finger. Fair maidens tending to the sheep…of Sinestra’s Burrow…
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