A couple of snippets I had written inspired by images on rule 34.

1)  To be corrupted is a dark and wonderful desire. One may resist its temptation at first, but all succumb to its overwhelming power. Corruption thrusts itself into the unsuspecting soul, forcefully penetrating into the darkest of depths. A pleasurable fantasy becomes a thirsty desire. 

2) Evil is cunning. It’ll wait until its enemies feel secure and even then, wait just a bit longer. It waits for the perfect opportunity, for that little fertile piece of doubt ripe for its seed. And it doesn’t take much either. A wandering thought, a doubting initiate, or even just a second of straying away from one’s duties. Just a tiny morsel from which evil spreads its cursed tendrils out cautiously. But once evil takes hold, it is ruthless and raw strength. It fills every corner and crack in its path and corrupts every soul. Evil is near impossible to destroy once it has matured. 

Such was the fate of the once holy temple and its priestesses, a beacon of light shattered and twisted into darkness. 

It was in the holy temple that the parasitic hive made its lair. It corrupted the holy place with its mangled evil. The defenseless priestesses stood no chance against the horrifying mass of tentacles. It spread throughout the temple, grabbing any human it could find, corrupting their minds and their bodies to its will. It pulled them up into the walls and ceilings to violate their virgin forms. It turned their once tight pussies and asses into gaping leaking sex holes. It enlarged their breasts to unnatural sizes, their nipples becoming just another entrance to violate. 

That evil filled their wombs to the brim with its corrupted seed. The mass of tentacles was their new god. What it took from them in freedom, it gave to them in pleasure and purpose as brood mothers.

Olive is in desperate need of a massage.  Her massage starts out perfectly, but later in the session, things turn towards the worst for her when her masseuse has other plans.