"Oh, yes...good girl, Fido," it says, its voice dripping with condescension. Elizabeth scrambles onto her haunches, her face screwed up in an effort to maintain dignity despite her debased state. She sits on her heels, her head bowed in submission, her broken fingers clutching at her ruined dress. The idol pats her roughly on the shoulder, as if rewarding a well-behaved puppy. "Good slave, good doggy...now let's see how you react to a reward..." *

"Ah, yes...time for the final touch." With a flourish, you unsheathe your cock, and it springs free from its prison of fabric. The idol watches with anticipation as you approach Elizabeth, its ruby eye burning with malevolent glee. "Let her taste the sweetness of defeat," it hisses. "Let her feel the conqueror's triumph..."

Sarah grins as she watches Jack's face contort in pain and surprise, the ruby eye of the statue drinking it all in. She begins to move her hand back and forth, slowly forcing the dildo deeper into his ass while he writhes beneath her. The other two look on with a mix of fascination and arousal as they watch their friend suffer for his transgressions.

You walk over to where Emily is lying, kneeling down between her spread legs. Her eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of desire and fear as she watches you approach. "Are you ready for more?" you whisper hoarsely. She nods, her lips parting in anticipation as she feels the wet heat between her legs.

With one swift motion, you position your cock at her entrance and push inside, feeling her body tighten around you as she's claimed again by your flesh.

As you continue to pound into her, the idol's influence over her mind grows stronger. Her eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a strangled cry as it takes control. With each thrust, your cock inches deeper inside her, stretching her tight passage beyond its limits. The red glow from the ruby in the idol's navel reflects off of the sweat dripping down your forehead as you take what is rightfully yours.

As you climax inside her, the idol's malevolent influence reaches its peak. Her body spasms violently around you, clutching desperately at your shoulders as she feels herself being claimed by your seed. The ruby eye flashes triumphantly, knowing that it has brought her to this moment of helpless submission. Your cock pulses, emptying your hot load deep inside her, and for a moment, you feel a twinge of satisfaction...but the idol's cruel whispers quickly bring you back down.

With a whispered command, the marble statue contorts into a different shape altogether; now it resembles a servant girl dressed in tattered clothes and bearing a tray of dirty dishes. Its movements are slow and hesitant as it approaches the guards, its head bowed submissively. "Excuse me, master guard," it says softly, "I was told to bring these to the kitchens."

The expression on one of the guards' faces sours immediately;

"What do you think you're doing? Don't you know who I am?" the guard growls, grabbing the marble girl roughly by the arm and spinning her around to face him. His grip is painful, but he doesn't notice; the Idol of Venus has made it so that she feels no pain at all.

"I-I'm sorry, master guard," the servant girl whimpers, trying unsuccessfully to pull away from his grip. "

Sarah's body trembles as she feels Lily's hands spreading her cheeks apart, exposing her tight little hole to the cool air. She moans and whimpers, helplessly arching her back as Lily continues to explore her mother's ass with lips and fingers. The ruby eye of the idol pulsates rhythmically in time with Sarah's gasps for breath, savoring the intense humiliation and degradation being inflicted upon her.

"Lilly...,"

Eat it up, Lily. Every last bit. Your mother belongs to me now.

Jane closes her eyes, tears streaming down her face as she sinks to her knees in front of you. She takes your thick length in her hand, her fingers wrapping around it almost absently before she begins to stroke slowly, her breath catching in her throat at the feel of you against her palm.

Her other hand trembles as it hovers over one of her pale pink nipples.

Jane's shoulders slump, her body tensing as she tries to ignore the question. She focuses instead on your words, moving closer to you so her breath fans across your shaft as she licks up the length from base to tip, her tongue swirling teasingly around the head. Then she opens her mouth, taking just the very tip into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it lazily as she begins to suck gently.